"What is man that you're mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?". The greatness of our savior is found hidden in his meekness, his divine incomparable love. For us, he traded in the royal robe and crown for sack clothes and thorns . He walked, healing and breathing in our dust. He became our footstool so that we would share in his glory at the throne.
Lyrics & Composition - Evangelin
Heaven is your throne, Earth is your footstool.
So who am I that you died for me?
The claws of hell devoured your flesh.
A wilted rose, you lay withered and drought.
Was not a crown of gold and glory tempting?
But was a crown of thorns so sharp and gory pleasing?
You stretched out the heavens like a curtain.
And decide to let your light bless this dark world.
If I am weighed on a scale, what do I amount to?
Nothing. nothing. I am dust.
But Jesus you chose to lose the bonds from my neck.
Let nothing separate me from your love.
Your love, your love (let nothing, nothing)
Heaven is your throne, earth is your footstool.
I am bought by blood, I am yours.