Lower Still.

Lower Still by My Epic.

Look, He's covered in dirt.
The blood of his mother has mixed with the Earth,
and she's just a child who's throbbing in pain,
from the terror of birth by the light of a cave.

Now they've laid that small baby
where creatures come eat.
Like a meal for the swine who have no clue that He is
still holding together the world that they see.
They don't know just how low he has to go,
Lower still.

Look now He's kneeling He's washin' their feet.
Though they're all filthy fishermen, traitors and theives.
Now he's pouring his heart out and they're fallin' asleep.
But He has to go lower still

There is greater love to show,
hands to the plow,
further down now,
blood must flow.
All these steps are personal.
All His shame is ransom.
Oh do you see, do you see just how low, He has come
do you see it now?
No one takes from Him
what He freely gives away.

Beat in His face
tear the skin off his back.
Lower still, lower still.
Strip off His clothes,
make Him crawl through the streets.
Lower still, lower still.
Hang him like meat,
on a criminal's tree
Lower still, lower still.
Bury His corpse in the Earth.
Lke a seed, like a seed, like a seed
Lower still, lower still.

ower still, lower still...

The Earth explodes.
She cannot hold him!
And all therein is placed beneath Him.
and death itself no longer reigns.
It cannot keep the ones he gave himself to save
and as the universe shatters the darkness disolves.
He alone will be honored.
We will bathe in his splendor.
As all heads bow lower still.
All heads bow lower still.

It's incredibly difficult to comprehend that God would love us so much that He would place Himself in this position. It blows my mind. It really does.
Do we deserve it? No. We never will.
But that's what makes it so beautiful. The grace that we can't even begin to understand.