The Glory

In the solitary moment of His birth On this barren dusty land All of heaven kissed the face of the earth With a miracle of love God became a man But He was sent away to draw His final breath When He was only thirty-three And in the shame of dying a criminal's death He cleansed an angry world And in His suffering I see The glory of the blood The beauty of the body That was broken for our forgiveness The glory of His perfect love Is the heart of the story The glory of the blood Now I have tried to find salvation on my own In a search for something real But there's a guilty heart inside this flesh and bone Fall upon His grace And I begin to feel repeat chorus And when I close my eyes I can see Him hanging there Oh the precious wounded Lamb of God All the majesty in this world cannot compare to the glory The beauty of the body That was broken for our forgiveness repeat chorus But He was sent away to draw His final breath When He was only thirty-three