by EBMOmniScope
Born of a virgin, a miracle divine,
Immanuel, God with us, in flesh did He shine.
No seed of man, yet a babe in the womb,
By the Holy Ghost’s power, He broke nature’s tomb.
A prophecy fulfilled, Isaiah’s word came alive,
Like a star in the night, His birth did arrive.
O Jesus, the Word, God’s glory in clay,
You walked on the waves, made the tempest obey.
With a whisper, the sick rose, the demons did flee,
The dead heard Your voice, and their chains broke free.
Loaves multiplied swift, like a river’s cascade,
Your life, a loud symphony, no silence could fade.
What manner of man? cried the winds in their awe,
Master of all, with no blemish or flaw.
Your death was no theft, but a gift You bestowed,
A king who laid down what no mortal could owe.
“Into Your hands,” You cried, and the ghost You released,
Darkness draped earth, as the veil’s seams deceased.
The temple’s divide tore from heaven to sod,
A bridge to the Father, Your blood paved for God.
Resurrected by might, through the Spirit’s own fire,
You shattered death’s grip, raised the heavens higher.
No prophet’s plea needed, no hands laid to pray,
You rose by Your power, turned night into day.
Our hope is alive, for You live and You reign,
The Son of God proven, no shadow of stain.
Ascended on high, You defied earth’s firm grip,
Like a cloud’s gentle pull, heaven claimed its own ship.
No man ever soared as You rose to Your throne,
Yet Your promise resounds—You’ll return for Your own.
With saints in Your train, as the skies split apart,
The King of all kings, You’ll reign in each heart.
Your Name, O sweet Jesus, a scepter of might,
Above every title, it blazes with light.
At its sound, knees will bow, every tongue will confess,
In heaven, on earth, in the depths You possess.
Salvation’s sole gate, healing’s fountain, and sword,
In Your Name we stand, casting demons abroad.
You’re God in the flesh, the true radiance of grace,
The imprint of glory, the Father’s own face.
The Word that upholds every star in its flight,
You purged all our sins, then ascended Your height.
Blasphemy, they cried, yet their charge was Your crown,
Messiah, the Christ, You’ll never bow down.
O Jesus, eternal, our God and our King,
With worship we bow, with adoration we sing.
Your deity thunders, Your majesty roars,
Forever we’ll praise You, the Lord we adore.
From virgin’s pure womb to the throne of all skies,
You’re Jesus, divine, with the fire in Your eyes.
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