Son of God

Son of God
Yahweh
Holy
Messiah, wounded King
Yeshua lowly
Still the name above all things
Yeah, yeah

Jesus, Son of God

Holy in the cross of men
Used to still while the liar spoke
Yeah
Truth lies in your chest
High priests robes and hardened hearts
Fist raised up at the Holy one
Hands stretched to the trembled low
Struck the face of God's own son
They tore the beard from Heaven's King
Split fell hard on mercy's skin
Still you held your silence there
While our redemption entered in
And I can't escape the sight of you now
Bruised but Beautiful somehow
All my words fall to the floor
When I see what love allowed

Son of God
You did not answer hate with hate
Yeah, yeah
Son of God
You let the wound become the way
Standing there
Bearing the weight of every shattered heart

Ah

I look at you
And all I know is this was love from the start
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Barabbas walked and the crowd breathed out
The innocent savior to be condemned
Your own turned cold at the edge of the truth
But you still opened wide your hands
The temple order had lost his fear
Religion dressed itself in pride
But the lamb of God kept moving on
With the cross already is his eyes
Before the dome was split the grave
Before the stone is rolled aside
Hell had already signed its loss
When perfect love refused to hide

I saw the Lord in the suffering
I saw the King with no defense
I saw the Lamb in the bruising
And I repented in His presence

Yahweh
Holy
Messiah, wounded King
Yeshua lowly
Still the Name above all things

You took the spirit
You took the nails
You took the sinners
You tore the Veilllll

Son of God
I fall before You
And I know now

This was mercy from the start
So when I say your name
I say you're trembling
Not because you are distant
But because
You let them wound you for me

Son of God
Woah, woah, woah
I look at you
And I repent