On a gray April morning as the 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!
the fullfillment of all God has spoken!
not a single bone will be broken!
Like a sheep to the slaughter so silently still,
This must be the Lamb!
(verse 2)
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!
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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!
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