The angels must have cried
When they saw You die
So lowly, so humanly.
Did they wonder why
You let such lowlifes kill You,
When You could have commanded
The earth to swallow us?
Did they wash You from earth's smut
To present You to the Father?
Did they shout their praises
And blow their trumpets
When they understood
How You became man to save man
And won the battle with Satan?
Do they still sing those soothing songs
About Your holy and righteous throne?
Do they raise our songs and prayers
To You like sweet incense?
If so, when can I see Your Holy Face
And glorious place for my own?