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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Passover Lamb The dawning of the Passover Day in Jerusalem had only just begun but a conspiracy and deceitful lies filled the city that day about the Father’s only son. It was true there was more than just chatter as mockery it to filled the air that day and while Roman leaders and Pharisees were strategizing Jesus alone slipped away to pray. The tension in Jerusalem now had mounted to a high fevered pitch could they trap Him somewhere this night could they pull it off without riot or a hitch? For they knew many of His followers would be so busy because they had so many things to do preparing Passover meals and families in prayer they were counting on this plan of theirs to attract only a few. And while the disciples were all so excited after all this was Passover Day they went to prepare the supper for Jesus, “The Lamb” while their leaders prepared their trap for Him to slay. But what those leaders still didn’t understand it wasn’t by their hand that He was to be caught for He came to offer Himself, His all for us knowing our redemption by His blood had to be bought. All over the city of Jerusalem the aroma of roast lamb, oh how it filled the air but behind closed doors the Lamb of God being whipped and mocked till His own blood covered His hair. Then towards the last of His torture a cross was placed upon His furrowed bleeding back and because each step brought pain and agony He fell under the weight of it for strength He did lack. On the cross this precious Lamb cried, Father forgive them for they know not what they do and our redemption now finished and paid in His blood for from Hell’s corridors He purchased back me and you. Our world has not been the same since outside of old Jerusalem that He died on Calvary’s Hill and when this precious Passover Lamb from Heaven rose from the dead, it is certain it never will. Praise the Lamb for Sinner’s He was slain. Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings 9/6/1994 copyright
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