When they laid my king to rest it was my shame He wore to bed. And it's the only part of Him the Father did not resurrect. Now in my Father's land there are no lesser men. Nobody barely wins or only just gets in. 'Cause Jesus never fell in love. With open eyes He walked directly to the cross. He knew exactly what I cost and He still went. Like a body--close, connected, & known--so You've called us & so we are. Like a child--nurtured, protected, adored--somehow You name us & so we are. Like a bride--cherished, adorned & waited for--so intimate, with every title that Your love affords. My God, You never fell in love with open eyes. You chose to die upon the cross. You knew exactly what I cost. I was worthless but You made me worth it. I was a slave content to beg beneath Your table but You took me in & made me a son. When I finally arrive & my prodigal eyes behold Jesus who once wore my shame, adorned in majesty on His throne, I will stand & belong wearing His righteousness as my clothes.