This must be the Lamb

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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 Chorus