The Architect – A Christological Hymn

Before even a tender, glint of light,
Ere there were oceans or sea.
Before time split into day, into night,
The architect had thought of me.
 

The architect thought of me when he planned.
The architect had thought of me.
And when he foresaw sin enter the land,
the architect had thought of me.
 
He roughed out a place for a tree in the land.
He roughed out a place for the tree.
And when he foresaw His suffering and death,
the architect had thought of me.
 
He walked down the path to the tree, he planned.
He meekly walked down to the tree.
When his hands and feet were pinned to the wood,
the architect had thought of me
–My God– the architect had thought of me.
 
The architect put a rock in the land.
He planned out a rock tomb to be.
When He rolled away the stone and stepped out,
the architect had thought of me.
 
Before he drafted the heavens above,
At the dawn of eternity,
in the time where there was nothing but Love,
the architect had thought of me.

Contributed by C.A.Taylor

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