Phil Keaggy - Maker Of The Universe lyrics

Keaggy-Pitt The Maker of the universe As Man for man was made a curse The claims of Law which He had made Unto the uttermost He paid. His holy fingers made the bough Which grew the thorns that crowned His brow The nails that pierced His hands were mined In secret places He designed. He made the forest whence there sprung The tree on which His body hung He died upon a cross of wood Yet made the hill on which it stood. The sky that darkened o'er His head By Him above the earth was spread The sun that hid from Him it's face By His decree was poised in space. The spear which spilled His precious blood Was tempered in the fires of God The grave in which His form was laid Was hewn in rocks His hands had made. The throne on which He now appears Was His for everlasting years But a new glory crowns His brow And every knee to Him shall bow. The Maker of the universe The Maker of the universe The Maker of the universe.