Purple it twas - four inches thick and sixty foot high
The curtain in the Jewish Temple was twenty foot wide
Separating God's presence from an unclean people
Approached once a year by the high priest who lived under the steeple
Offering atonement for the wrongs they had done
Rolling on the guilt of everyone
Every year - once a year - it dragged on
Till the that fateful day had come
The Son of man hung on a tree
King of the Jews nailed between two thieves.
Blood-soaked wood - naked was he
Hanging there in shame while they laughed in mockery
Till ahead of time, he lifted his head and cried
"It is finished! " Then he gave one last breath and died.
The ground shook and day became night
The priests in the temple fled in fright
From the top to the bottom the veil had been ripped
A God-given breach that no man could fix
A breach had been made by God himself
There's no telling what those priests must've felt
It was the start of a new era - grace
Jesus came and paid the price - He died in my place
Now His presence is not just in the Holy place
But now anyone can come before His face
Carrying their heavy loads and their woes
Walk away freed of their tiresome loads
A kingdom of heaven on earth he did start
Not found in nations, but in His people's heart
The Holiest of Holies - no longer inaccessible
Now hidden in the hearts of those moldable.
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