Lamb of God and cross

 

 

On a gray April morning as a chilling wind blew,

A thousand dark promises were about to come true.

As Satan stood trembling, knowing now he had lost,

As the Lamb took His first step on the way to the cross.

This must be the Lamb,

The fulfillment of all God has spoken.

This must be the Lamb,

Not a single bone will be broken.

Like a sheep to the slaughter,

So silently still,

This must be the Lamb.

They mocked His true calling and laughed at His fate,

So glad to see the Gentle One consumed by their hate.

Unaware of the wind and the darkening sky,

So blind to the fact it was God limping by.

This must be the Lamb,

The fulfillment of all God has spoken.

This must be the Lamb,

Not a single bone will be broken.

Like a sheep to the slaughter,

So silently still,

This must be the Lamb.

The poor women weeping at what seemed a great loss,

trembling in fear there at the foot of the cross.

Tormented by memories that came like a flood,

Unaware that their pardon must be bought by His blood.

This must be the Lamb,

The fulfillment of all God has spoken.

This must be the Lamb,

Not a single bone will be broken.

Like a sheep to the slaughter,

So silently still,

This must be the Lamb.

Michael Card –

“Immanuel- Reflections on the Life of Christ”

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