You stood so high above them all
Shining their sin back down at them
So all they thought they saw was a man,
Naked, defenseless, wretched and appalling.
They would not see the beauty of your love
As you spoke words of forgiveness for them all.
Their hearts were twisted their teeth barred,
Their fists shaking in the air
Denying the gift Your nail pierced hands provided.
I too stood in that crowd, shouting, denying;
My heart no cleaner than theirs
Despite the distance of thousands of years.
Lord Jesus, You stand now as King
And from your wounded hands
I receive the keys to your kingdom.
I am clothed in what you gave that day,
Honor, beauty, love and dignity.
May I remember the example you set,
And shed them all for anotherís expense.
Let me treasure only your love
And seek your kingdom first of all.