This Must Be the Lamb

Michael Card
 On a gray April morning as a chilling wind blew
 A thousand dark promises were about to come true
 As Satan stood trembling, knowing now he had lost
 As the Lamb took his first step on the way to the cross
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 This must be the Lamb
 The fulfillment of all God had spoken
 This must be the Lamb
 Not a single bone will be broken
 Like a sheep to the slaughter
 So silently still
 This must be the Lamb
 They mocked his true calling and laughed at His fate
 So glad to see the Gentle One consumed by their hate
 Unaware of the wind and the darkening sky
 So blind to the fact that it was God limping by
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 The poor women weeping at what seemed a great loss
 Trembling in fear there at the foot of the cross
 Tormented by memories that came like a flood
 Unaware that their pardon
 Must be bought with His blood
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