Little lamb

Mary had a little lamb it's fleece as white as snow, 

 

And everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go. 

 

It followed her to the altar one day, 

 

And on it, it was slain. 

 

Not a blemish, not a spot-

 

Mary loved that lamb. 

 

Can you feel her pain?

 

A Father had a son, 

 

Perfect in every way.

 

He always did what his Father did,

 

Walking in his ways...

 

He sent him to his vineyard, 

 

To the husbandmen-

 

To collect the pay...

 

But when the husbandmem seen the son, 

 

Like the lamb they did slay..

 

What will the Father do?

 

to those,

 

That killed his son!

 

He will utterly destroy them.

 

He is-

 

The Almighty One.

 

The trap was set, 

 

They didn't understand.

 

He gave his son,

 

A sacrifice-

 

To cleanse and heal the land. 

 

The body they broke, 

 

The blood they split..

 

Comes back upon their head.

 

Prophesied in the scriptures, 

 

Now written in red.

 

What's with the sacrifice?

 

I don't understand.

 

If Mary's lamb seems barbaric, 

 

Think about the man.

 

Like a lamb to the slaughter..

 

To the altar he was led..

 

Nailed there for all to see, 

 

Until he was dead.

 

A curse

Hung on a tree.

 

Why would a Father do such a thing?

 

 

Is was for you and me.

 

Unlike the lamb, 

 

The stories grand!

 

On the third day He did rise!

 

The Father's plan to heal the land,

 

Revealed to the wise...

 

The veil now torn in two, 

 

Access has come...

This is why

He came to die

So we

In Him

Could be as one.

 

Glory and honour belong to Him-

 

For everything He's done.

 

If we deny him

He denies us too.

 

Suffering we may account, 

 

This is nothing new

 

But with His Holy Spirit...

 

His word will guide us through. 

 

Maybe the time is short?

 

Maybe the suffering long...

 

But don't get caught 

 

In the sport

 

Of Crucifying 

 

His Son.