The perfect Lamb was lifted up
For the blind world to see.
So that all would come clean,
God was slain.
Running here and there
Lost sheep bleating and unaware.
His perfect blood runs down,
And falls on us, the guilty.
His eyes, won't you look?
His back, beaten
His arms, stretched out
Our fully given sacrifice.
Even the grave wasn't worthy,
Earthen rock
Cut from human hands
Held the God-body of this Man.
Behold The Broken Lamb.
Three days was enough
As life broke out from death.
So that we could awaken,
God left the grave.
There’s a way we remember
His offering to come in,
Poured from the cup of sacrifice.
Longing for communion, we eat, we drink.
Being fed Living Bread
Reveals unquenched famine—until now
A banquet in His Presence
Satisfies hunger deep.
Drinking of the cup,
His blood becomes our own
And we remember that we're crowned
In this union of Family.
A meal with the King
We sit now at favored place
And wonder, how can this be,
Rags brought to highest position.
Carried home forever
Ever kept and captivated
By the gaze of His eyes,
His face.
Behold Our Beautiful King.
Another Gift now given
So we're never left alone
God's Spirit fills,
Settles in, like Home.
Revealing and confirming
Moving and leading
Removing the darkness
Setting binding secrets free.
Mysterious and Holy,
Light, like a feather blowing,
Mighty, like electricity flowing,
God’s Wind filling Earth through you and me.
How can it be true,
God made flesh, given in Spirit
Cares for the lowly,
And He has come, to where we are!
Every lost sheep found, Behold Him!