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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