When I fall Jesus walks, so one of us isn’t lame, because he carries my shame.
The pain that I would obtain, Jesus went through the flames because I know his name.
And he did it without limping or whimpering, because sin was just the symptom.
Death was the disease that was decreed I must die from without living.
But Jesus is the Great Physician, and said if I can take out man’s side I can take out pride.
My ancestors tried to hide out of this pride, they lied and when God pronounced judgment, they cried.
No matter what, the deceitful cannot take my God from me, I got his signature on my bib.
Birthed from the struggled relations between the dirt and a broken rib, it was the Word not just an ad-lib.
The same place he took Adam’s rib out, he took a spear in his ribcage.
To bear all the insidious effects of God’s not-so-glib rage.
Jesus went from walking to flying, and when he came up, he will come through.
So I get up by his mercy, and by his stripes we are healed so I could speak to you.