A Lamb is Come
by Mark Olivero
In barren land, through dead of night,
A wayward lamb, the Shepherd calls,
From earthly joys that take their flight,
While in a trap of thorns it falls.
“Himself he cannot save; the cost
of sin too great! Forever lost?”
Is not there one to set me free?
A lamb to come, a lamb for me?
Hear then a message, true and sweet,
begin with Holy Infant’s cry.
His face, where earth and heaven meet
declares that he is come to die.
“This tree I made becomes my cross.
Its righteous work blots out your loss.”
Oh, Blessed Pardon, can this be,
A lamb is come, a lamb for me?
Through lonely valleys, dark and deep,
a peace of mind, that priceless prize,
Jehovah makes and gives His sheep,
to calm all fears that will arise.
“Beside these living waters, still,
your cup with joy I over fill.”
My greatest need is that of Thee,
The Lamb of God, a lamb for me.
Now time is gone where stands a lamb
before a host and on the throne.
Yet, who can take the book? “I AM”
the elders sing, “Redemption done
by Jesus Christ, Eternal King,
The Lion strong to Whom we sing.”
My highest thought of praise is He,
This Lamb who comes, a lamb for me.
for Greg and Nancy Mazak
on the 20th year of service to Trinity Bible Church, Greer, SC
Copyright 2006. Mark Olivero. All rights reserved. may not be copied without written permission.