The Lamb

The Sabbath was approaching Passover was drawing nigh A sacrifice must be made A Lamb soon would die The Lamb had been chosen His blood soon would spill He would hang on a cross He would die on Calvary's Hill The Lamb was beaten and spat upon The Lamb they did mistreat Nailed to a wooden cross Spikes through His hands and feet The crowd mocked and cursed Him The Lamb hanged in despair Only a few in the crowd Even seemed to care The precious Lamb gave His life Salvation to provide Blood and water freely flowed As the soldier pierced His side On the cross the Lamb suffered A crown of thorns upon His head There the Lamb hanged in shame There His blood was shed The Lamb's name was Jesus God's only begotten Son The world needed a sacrifice Jesus was the One It is finished, Jesus cried out in pain The ground, His blood did stain The sacrifice had now been made The Lamb of God was slain This poem was included in Reflections of the Heart Christian Poetry book four of the Heart and Soul Christian Poetry Collection by Esselle Davis (pen name I use)