O Lord,
How can it be you came for me
The foremost sinner to pursue
By the incarnation of grace and mercy
“Kiss the Son”, my hope and refuge
How can it be you prayed for me
If only the Cross could be stayed
Blood droplets of love in agony
“Kiss the Son”, now betrayed
How can it be you died for me
Your body laid in another’s grave
Crushing the one who bruised your heel
“Kiss the Son”, risen the third day!
How can it be you are returning for me
King of kings, Lord of all, Son of Man
Praying for your bride in Gethsemane
“Kiss the Son”, God’s holy One on Zion!
Come, Lord Jesus, come!
Amen
“Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and you perish in the way, for his wrath is quickly kindled. Blessed are all who take refuge in him.”
Psalm 2:11-12 ESV