There He Stands.
With the appearance of a man.
Simply watching all of the plan unfold.
Truth be told, he seems normal enough.
Yet before those gentle eyes, the whole world has fallen-
is desperately calling, waiting to be lifted up.

There He Stands.
Beholding man.
A tear slides down His beautiful face,
and lands in His outstretched hand.
And now He is reaching, without speaking,
extending an offer we cannot, the world could not
possibly fathom, or even begin to understand.

Here, the world trembles.
Ignoring Grace and its' ultimate symbol,
doing the only things we believe we can.
We nervously chuckle, we cower, we wonder,
Pride will not allow us to acknowledge-
that this problem we have created has existed
since our time here began.

Here, we kneel.
Brought to our knees,
praying, pleading:
"Please, I cannot help myself, I am only a man."
Simply smiling,
He reaches down,
piling,
the world on His divine shoulders,
allowing Sin's nails to pierce His Holy hands.