Magnitude

Four hundred years we waited for Immanuel,
And he came a servant king,
As a shimmering, no, a majestic, magnificent light
Making the dark cower like a ship sinking
Beneath the weight of towering waves.
And the earth was blind, lame, and cruel,
Calling the Prince a blasphemer
For he said that one day he would rule.

Oh! the magnitude of sin, the serpent's rattle,
That this man, who was in fact divine,
Saw it fit to secure himself to a tree
Where dead branches find life in the vine.
It took a thief's death to redeem the thief,
And a crimson flood to cleanse a crimson stain.
How dear the price that was paid
For the life that courses through my veins.