Before the dust was gathered, before the stars were hung
A war broke out in glory, where holy songs were sung
The Accuser rose in lightning, cast down into the deep
While the heart of the Creator began to wake and weep
For before the foundation, before our first breath
He saw the coming shadow, He saw the sting of death
He knew our names in secret, before the world was made
A love so deep and terrifying, it would not be delayed.
Then the waters broke the heavens, the fountains of the great
A world washed in the sorrow of a heavy, holy weight
It grieved Him to His essence that He’d made the sons of men
For the violence of our spirit and the rot of every sin
But look upon the Sparrow, how she finds a place to rest
Are you not worth much more than her, the heartbeat in your chest?
Even then, He planned the ransom; even then, the Lamb was slain
To turn the ashes of our fall back into life again.
He cursed the ground beneath us, but He did not curse the man!
He cloaked our shame in mercy, for He held the master plan!
The ground would bear the briers, and the soil would bear the thorn
But in the soil of the broken, a Savior would be born!
Redemption was the heartbeat before the world began
A bridge across the chasm for the desperate soul of man!
But who can face the thunder? Who can stand before the Fire?
When the holiness of Heaven meets the depth of our desire?
His wrath was to the floor! The winepress of His might!
A justice burning hotter than the sun within the night!
How bad the fall became! How far the distance grew!
But the Father’s eye was watching, and the Father’s heart still knew!
Jesus took the cup of wrath and drank the bitter dregs!
The King of all the Ages with the nails between His legs!
He bore the weight of every curse, the thorns upon His brow!
The ground is still in mourning, but the Grave is broken now!
He planned our resurrection before we ever fell!
He walked into the darkness to ring the funeral bell for Hell!
He cursed the ground beneath us, but He did not curse the man!
He cloaked our shame in mercy, for He held the master plan!
The ground would bear the briers, and the soil would bear the thorn
But in the soil of the broken, a Savior would be born!
Redemption was the heartbeat before the world began
A bridge across the chasm for the desperate soul of man!
More than the sparrows!
Known before the morning!
He took the wrath.
He gave the life.
The Morning Star.
The Sacrifice.