This Must Be the Lamb

This Must Be the Lamb - Michael Card

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 had 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

That it was God limping by

This must be the Lamb

The fulfillment of all God had 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 with His blood

This must be the Lamb

The fulfillment of all God had 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

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