Holy Is the Lamb
Humbly He took my human flesh,
humbly dwelt in Mary's womb,
humbly walked the dusty roads,
teaching, healing, breaking bread
Holy is the Lamb.
Gently He gave Himself to me,
gently touched my fallen form,
gently lifting from the mire
my broken, needy, sin-sick soul.
Holy is the Lamb.
Freely He gave His all,
freely suffered scorn and shame,
freely bent beneath the scourge
within Pilate's judgement hall.
Holy is the Lamb.
Surrendered to the cross,
surrendered, bearing all my guilt,
surrendered to death's bitter call
He gave his utmost, gave me all.
Holy is the Lamb.
Risen, to give me new life,
risen that I might bear His name,
risen that I might never die
the second death but reign with Him.
Holy is the Lamb.
Copyright, September 28, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
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