The Arrival

Ransom of a thousand words
Spoken before faith gave sight
no crown or swords
to rescue those who had no right

He went in behind the lines
For haters and talkers, for liars and thieves
His arrival perfectly timed
For better and worse, for you and me

Counted along with the lowest rung
This One to Whom millions had sung
Praises and blessing and hallelujahs
Even before He ever was born

Sent, protected and assured
slandered, accused yet completely pure
Dead, buried and Risen, salvation secured
Incomparable love found the cure

This One, my Savior
This One, Forever
This One, no other
Jesus Christ

Glory to God.