At ten in the morning with their duties all done
and the crowd standing round for the kill
they sat on the ground and just looked at the man
they were putting to death on the hill.
His private effects they had claimed as their own,
they divided them up on the ground
but they had to cast lots for his coat
for it seems that no seam in that robe could be found.
The seamless robe that the Master had on
was considered too good to be torn
but the Servant who wore it to Calvary Hill
was torn in the place of his own.
Our first parents sewed fig leaves to cover their shame
but the wind blew their cover apart
and God made them clothing of animal skin
for humanity, naked at heart.
The seamless robe that the Master had on
was considered too good to be torn
but God’s Lamb was led to be nailed to the tree,
to be shorn for the sins of his own.
All heaven must have marvelled as the Son of God said,
"Here I am, send me out in their place."
Swaddled at birth, he was stripped at the death
and to cover the church with his grace.
The sinless life that the Master took on
is eternally part of our race
and you can’t get to God till you go to the Man
on the cross wearing God’s human face.
The seamless robe that the Master had on
was considered too good to be torn
but the Son took upon him the form of a man
and he died in the place of his own.
I don't think that this song would have found a place in Praise! but then SNAP!'s Not Another Praise!
