Our Savior never
ceased to be
Our God,
transcendent over all,
Though born into
humanity,
Fulfilling His
prophetic call.
In spite of
prophecies fulfilled,
There is a
blindness, nonetheless,
Though Christ
foretold He would be killed
To ransom those
He came to bless.
Upon His cross
our sins were purged
Where grace and
truth were satisfied.
This is the
blessing God has urged,
But fools are
blinded by their pride.
O Lord, Your
blessing is so kind
In prophecies of
saving grace,
Yet many, by
their choice, are blind
Because they
will not seek Your face.
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