Jesus Forsook Heaven’s Splendor

Jesus forsook Heaven’s splendor,
To dwell with us in the mud.
When our kind first heard His candor,
We yelled and called out for His blood.
Though Him, we did slander,
Still His love flows like a flood.

Him who wears Heaven’s crown;
For us He felt much sorrow.
In sin we were sure to drown,
So to our aid He resolved to go.
From way up high He did come down,
To live with us on Earth below.

As fully God, He became man,
And lived the life we never could.
Beneath our debt we could not stand;
Selfless in our place He stood.
From the start, it was His plan,
To die for us nailed to the wood.

The path to God for us did seem,
Blocked by an impassable boulder.
To clear this, Jesus took the beam,
And carried it on bloodied shoulder.
In selfless love He did esteem,
This price for us, worth the exposure.

On the cross He suffered and gasped,
While asking the Father to forgive.
Himself forsaken, still us He clasped,
In love as He faced death’s sieve.
When the time came, He breathed His last,
And shouted, “It’s Done!”, now we may live.

The sky went dark as Jesus hung dead,
Alone and broken on Calvary.
The Word become flesh, our Living Bread,
Tortured and murdered to set us free.
Yet three days later He rose as He said,
Trampling down death in victory.

Because He suffered, died and groaned,
Facing the full force of sin’s horns,
Our sin for, He has atoned,
And our fallen state He has transformed.
Now in Heaven, He’s enthroned;
Head no longer crowned with thorns.

Praise Him, the risen Lamb,
For though He was once slain,
Death had no power to Him, damn,
For He did not in the grave remain.
Jesus is the great I Am,
And He will forever reign.