He who always existed

Entered into his creation

He who was coeternal diety

Did not grasp on to his divinity

But came into humanity

He who had no needs

Became a suckling child

He who led the angels into battle

Was made lower than them

To win the battle for my soul

He who formed the clouds

Was craddled in a lowly manger

He who set the rainbow in the sky

Remembered his promise of deliverance

He who knew no sin

Became a lamb for the slaughter

He who deserved glory

Chose to receive shame instead

He who can count the stars

Was counted as nothing

And sentenced to die

He who was worthy

Took our punishment upon himself

He who knows my every hearbeat

Took on a beating heart

Knowing it would break

He who gives me breath

Struggled to breathe

He who was always with his father

Was forsaken and abandoned

He who was eternal

Died and was buried

He who had no debt to pay

Nailed my sins upon the cross

He who knew the evil in my heart

Came to save me a rebellious sinner

He who was without end

Declared that it was finished

And then rose triumphant from the tomb