God is God

Man dressed in kingly robe
God presented in linen shroud
Man sitting on a high throne
God bent over a wooden cross
Man drinking from fine China
God sipping from a hyssop
Man celebrating with songs and harps
God wailing with parched tongue
Man whose destiny is designed by God
God whose destiny is designed by none
Stripped of his power, glory and splendour
Beaten to a pulp, with wound raw
Tattooed by the whips strewn with thorns
God whose cross wasn't his to bear
Carried our burdens with the weight
Crushing him into the ground.
How can just one man carry a cross
Made from the heaviest wood woven with nails
That dug into his shoulder, making him weak
God who's sourjourn wasn't his to make
Took on a journey of a lifetime with spittle
Laced with bricks thrown at him
Yet he bore it all
The nails meant to bridge the gap between us
Sealed the gap with each blow from the hammer into his hands
The thorns meant to erase the sin of Adam and Eve
Re-established our -heritage as king and heir with each
Pull of the crown unto his head
Oh! How mighty his sufferings were yet he bore with no utterance
How little he seemed nailed to the cross, but glorious in his Deliverance
Indeed God is God