I have been asked to write a second stanza for LeBlanc and Baloche's well known hymn, to take it past the crucifixion so as to tell the whole Easter story.
Above all powers, above all kings,
Above all nature and all created things;
Above all wisdom and all the ways of man,
You were here before the world began.
Above all kingdoms, above all thrones,
Above all wonders the world has ever known;
Above all wealth and treasures of the earth,
There's no way to measure what You're worth.
Crucified, laid behind the stone;
You lived to die, rejected and alone;
Like a rose trampled on the ground,
You took the fall and thought of us,
Here's what I came up with in the wee small hours of trying to adjust back to European time.
Above all victories, above all joy,
Above all baseness that evil men employ;
Above all science and wisdom of the hour,
You have conquered death and all its power.
Above all triumphs, above the clouds,
Above all wonder that grips the watching crowds
Above all champions and battles ever won
You eclipsed the glory of the sun
Raised to life; darkness left behind
You died to live, a gift for all mankind
When you rose, glorious from the grave
You broke the Fall and rescued us