Our Passover Lamb
To the Hill of the Skull,
Jesus was led,
our Passover Lamb,
whose blood must be shed.
To atone for our sin,
the Sinless One came,
to take upon Himself,
our punishment and shame.
Nailed to a cross,
He fulfilled God's plan,
to procure salvation,
for every child, woman, man.
Darkness descended,
as God turned His face,
away from His Son,
who was taking our place.
And then He died.
His disciples were mourning,
all hell was rejoicing,
but Sunday was coming.
4/14/17
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