Life is a paradox, you can not live till after death.
Only after the fall, shall you will rise up here.
Just as the King was born in a Manger here.
Living as a homeless man, healing everyone.
While knowing his outcome here on the cross.
Dying a death of sinners, this here sinless man.
To the cross he went, beaten and abuse he was.
Freely he went knowing that he was the open door.
For you and me, for he rose up again saving us.
From the death that we deserve by his sacrifice.
Now he sits at the right hand of the Father above.
Giving true life to all that believes in his gift to us.