The Most Beautiful Thing

The tears that flowed and the sweat that bled

There was nothing beautiful to be found

An unanswered prayer and friends that fled

No one defended Him, no one made a sound.

The sting of betrayal and the slow walk to trial

There was nothing beautiful about that kiss

The stares of the religious and the spit of the vile

While fists beat him and nobody missed.

A restless night in a cell for the damned

There was nothing beautiful about that place

Sleepless, and the echo of a door slammed

A guilty and violent man He replaced.

The lashes of a whip and the pain of flesh flogged

There was nothing beautiful there

The mock of the Romans and the chant of a mob

How much more could this man bear?

The weight of a cross that on Calvary stood

There was nothing beautiful about this tree

The sting of a nail driving through flesh and wood

There was something beautiful that He could see.

The sin of the world on the shoulders of God's son

There is nothing beautiful about sin

He gave up His Spirit and now it is done

What was once ugly is now beautiful to Him

Jesus became sin, the ugliest thing for God to see

Because the ugliest thing was you and me

Through His blood that ran down that tree

The most beautiful thing He saw was you and me