Behold the Man
By Ian Galey
Behold the man upon the sordid cross.
The blood, the sweat, the dirt that crusts Christos.
The man who as a child did sing and play;
The one who weeps and begs yet kneels to pray:
Take this cup away from me, O Lord,
Another way for man to be restored.
Must it be that Son of Man is killed?
Yet not as I will but as you have willed.
At last come see the savior, Christ, the man,
The one who bears Almighty’s sovereign plan.
His heart it beats and bleeds and stops for you.
Behold, the Christ is making all things new.