HANDS ON THE CROSS
That once held the earth
Thorns on the brow
Where once was heaven’s crown
Surrendered and humbled to death
Emptied and suffering with every breath
The Son, the man
The Christ, The Lamb
The Maker of all things
Jesus
Raised from the tomb
And now sits on His throne
Soon to return
And to welcome us home
In splendour and wonder and might
With colour and fire and blinding light
David Gate