Look, He’s covered in dirt, and the blood of His mother has mixed with the earth, and
she’s just a child who’s throbbing in pain from the terror of birth by the light of a cave.
Now they’ve laid that small Baby where creatures come eat like a meal for the swine
who have no clue that He is still holding together the world that they see,
they don’t know just how low, but He has to go lower still.
Look, now He’s kneeling, He’s washing their feet!
Though they’re all filthy fisherman, traitors, and thieves.
Now He’s pouring his heart out and they’re falling asleep, but He has to go lower still.
(and we all said in unison…)
There is greater love to show! Hands to the plow! Further down now! Blood must flow!
All these steps are personal! All His shame is ransom!
Oh do you see? Do you see just how low He has come? Do you see it now?
No one takes from Him. You can’t take what he freely gives away…
Beat in His face; tear the skin off His back. Lower still. Lower still.
Strip off His clothes; make Him crawl through the streets. Lower still. Lower still.
Hang Him like meat on a criminal’s tree. Lower still! Lower still!
Bury His corpse in the earth like a seed, like a seed, like a seed. Lower still!
Lower still, Lower still, Lower still, Lower still.
The earth explodes, she cannot hold Him. And all therein is placed beneath Him.
And death itself no longer reigns, it cannot keep the ones He gave Himself to save.
And as the universe shatters, the darkness dissolves,
He alone will be honored, we will bathe in His splendor as…
…All Heads Bow Lower Still! All Heads Bow Lower Still!