I cannot tell why He the King of Heaven,
Should leave the peace of all eternity,
Why God Himself should lay aside His splendor,
To leave the Father’s side and come to me.
But this I know: our silence filled with singing,
And all our darkness fled from heaven’s light
When Christ the Lord, so human, yet so holy,
In love was born a child for me that holy night.
I cannot tell why Christ the Father’s only Son,
In garden lonely bowed His sacred head,
The ground stained dark with blood-like
sweat from holy brow,
The cup of sin He took there in my stead.
But this I know the solders led the Son of God
To walk the street to face the hate-filled ones,
They spit upon the holy, sinless Lamb of God,
Then led Him forth to crucify God’s Son.
I cannot tell why all the hosts of Heaven,
Watched silently this seeming sad defeat,
The mocking words, the crown of thorns
that pierced His brow,
The tearing flesh, the nail-pierced hands and feet.
But this I know that God the Father turned away,
He could not bear the sin-clad form below,
There all alone, on Calvary’s hill Christ bore our sin,
He bowed His head and conquered our great foe.
I cannot tell why He, the Joy of Heaven,
Should give Himself to suffer for my sin,
Why Holy God should love me in my shamefulness,
Why He should die to draw my soul to Him.
But this I know: that Christ the Lord is risen,
And praise His name, He’s risen now in me!
Because He lives, I’ll rise to life eternal!
He took my guilty heart, and I’m forever free!