The Lion and the Lamb
He came to save us out of love,
the spirit came to him in the form of a dove.
To spare us he lay his own life down,
for us he took up the twisted crown.
For our salvation he bore the cross,
to cleanse us his blood stained the moss.
To give us life he lost his own,
though he did not even break a bone.
His body was lain in a tomb,
but he could not be held by a physical room.
In just three days he had risen,
there is no reason to fear death's prison.
Copyright © Mason Cowell | Year Posted 2008
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