There wasn't any easier way… except for You to overcome the grave, to descend and look death in the face, overwhelming it so You could save man in all his sinful parades, freeing all the captives and the slaves, lifting up our hands so we can praise...
Glorify the Son, In all that's said and done, Lord let Your glory come...
You tore the temple veil away. Now You are there standing in its place, mending everything that separates until we see the Father face to face...
Glorify the Son, In all that's said and done, Lord let Your glory come...
For there is none more beautiful, none more pure and merciful than You. There is none more powerful, no one I could ever love more…more than I love You...

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