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Snap Your Fingers, Christ

 

Snap your fingers, Christ, and thither hosts of mighty ones
Would come and seize the triumph from
The sniveling sons of sin.

 

Say thy name, I AM, and temple guards and soldiers
Stumble backwards then fall down before
They rush to pen you in.

 

Shut Sanhedrin’s breath, or will their heartbeat stop and
Then the pathos would be ended and
Your righteousness be hailed.

 

Why the weakness, Jesus, the quietness and calm
Before the cheap and phony judges foaming
At the mouth to kill?

 

O! that fragrance, Savior, from the blood and terrored darkness
And the horror of your cry
Comes an overwhelm of sweetness, majesty beyond the skies.

 

Mighty love so deep so vast, pervading all my soul with power
Re-creating heaven within me, raptured
In your sacrifice.
 

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