Someone more perfect than all men have been.
Someone who did not deserve death, my due,
Bridging the gap that brought curse to all men.
Living, while dying, by virtues within,
Virtues expressing divine attributes,
His life, most valued by God, shown therein.
Loved Peter still, though he’d sworn at His name;
Mutely faced hatred from those who’d defame;
Saved one who mocked Him but later felt shame.
“Father, forgive them,” this prayer for us made.
“They do not know what they’re doing,” He said.
God’s tender mercy and love He displayed.
Still, in compassion, He cared for her need—
“Behold your mother” and “Behold your son”—
She from that hour by John was received.
God’s Son was raised by the Father, approved.
Seated at God’s right, the Lord Himself brings
Me to the Father, all distance removed.
Christ would have given Himself, still, in love.
He lived and died making all of us one,
His life and living God’s gift from above.