The Man who stilled the raging seas,
Who calmed the storm with whispered peace,
Stepped down into the flood of pain,
And bore the weight of our disdain.
The Man whose feet on waves were sure,
Chose sinking depths, our souls to cure.
He walked where mortal men would drown,
Then laid aside His heavenly crown.
The debt was ours, yet He alone
Would face the wrath, would stand atone.
The spotless Lamb, the Holy One,
Would perish below a darkened sun.
The hands that healed, were pierced and torn,
The brow once kissed, with thorns adorned.
The voice that called dead hearts to rise,
Gave up His breath in sacrifice.
For He who walked on waves so free,
Has drowned in love, for you and me.
Yet in that grave, Love was not lost,
He rose again, our debt the cost.
Death could never hold Him down,
The cross exchanged for glory’s crown.
Now mercy flows, the chains undone,
By Jesus Christ, the conquering one.
Now every storm and shadowed night
Is pierced with resurrection light.
So lift your eyes: The King is near
The tomb is empty: love is here