Perfect Love

He could have sent a prophet
A servant, meek and low
To bear the curse of evil
And hatreds cruel blow

He could have sent a king of earth
A pauper or a priest
He had the power to place His worth
Within a mindless beast

He could have sent His angels
Legions to fill the sky
To spare Himself the anguish
Of watching His Son die

He could have, with one uttered word
Declared all man forgiven
He could have, from His visage stirred
The rocks to shout salvation

But He chose to put on flesh
The Sacred Son of Heaven
Became a servant unto men
In form, lowly and human

Upon a cross He gave Himself
A King and Royal Priest
And not one drop of love withheld
As death's curse was released

He could have sent an army
To face the fiends of hell
But He loved us so completely
That He sent Himself