Holy, holy, holy,
treble praise the Seraphim sing,
Isaiah overwhelmed and broken,
unhinged God’s presence brings.
Holiness and grading curves, can’t go together;
only perfect hearts can confer perfect love
anything less isn’t perfect,
it’s found only in God Who’s above.
The only spotless lamb, King Jesus;
Man’s spots are dark and perverse
and our hearts unquestionably darker,
and our lips, by far, even worse.
We’re all desperately wicked,
by any scale we’re undone,
there is no goodness in us,
our best is what evil becomes.
But The Lamb changed that forever,
He absorbed man’s sin and hate
He took our brokenness on Him
and transformed our hearts and fate.
Faith is a gift from heaven,
we can be born again,
re-knit by God the Spirit,
earth, for now, the womb we reside in;
our hearts umbilical cords to Jesus,
the only God-man that exists,
His Holiness, Holiness, Holiness
is the power that makes love persist;
our labor pains don’t last forever,
our birth canal can be seen,
the Great Physician is waiting
for us to come home now redeemed.