He was the promised one,
The son of an old man.
The delight of a grey-haired Mother,
He was God’s well-thought-out plan.
The old man was Abraham,
He and God were friends.
But t’was heard
Take now thine only son
And of his life,
You will make an end.
But this was the son of promise,
The boy that had taken away their pain,
If his line should be destroyed,
There would be no hope again.
But Abraham obeyed the Father’s will,
And he and the promised son,
Journeyed to the hill.
The place that made the old heart weep,
It seemed the mountain was far too steep.
Oh, Father dear,
Here I am
We have the fire and the wood
But there is no lamb.
Take no thought, said Abraham
My son,
God will provide Himself
A lamb.
To the place they now were come,
The dreaded work
Must now be told
To the only son.
And willingly he placed his life
On the altar
Beneath the knife.
While the father’s hand was raise to smite
His only son, his precious life.
But a shout was heard from heaven
Do no harm,
I have found a ransom.
And there behind Abraham
Caught in the thicket
Was a ram.
Quickly he untied his son,
The sacrifice would not be done.
The promised son would be saved,
Another sacrifice to be made.
He was the promised One,
The Son of the Ancient Man
The delight of a virgin Mother
He was God’s well thought out plan.
The young man was Jesus
He was God’s own second self
But t’was heard,
The shepherd must be smitten
By none other but God Himself.
But this was the Son of promise,
The Messiah that had taken away the world’s pain,
If He should be destroyed
There would be no hope again.
Jesus obeyed the Father’s will
But alone He walked to the skull-shaped hill.
Calvary made the Father’s heart weep,
Surely the mountain was far too steep.
Oh Father dear,
Here I am,
We have the wood
But where is the lamb?
God will provide Himself a lamb
God will provide
Himself the Lamb
Jesus Christ the man
The Lamb
Of God.
To the place He now was come,
The dreaded work
Must now be done
To the promised One, and only Son.
And willingly He placed His life
On the altar
Beneath the knife.
While the Father’s hand was raised to smite
His only Son, His precious life.
But is there not another?
Will not a voice be heard from Heaven
Do no harm
For I have found a ransom?
Ah, no, it can never be,
Jesus is the only remedy
No one can take His place
He must die for the wayward race.
The Father did not save His Son
The sacrifice, the gift
Could not be undone,
There was no other lamb to die in His place
He was the Lamb
Dying for our race.
There was no other to be found
He was the one to be bound,
To the wooden cross with arms apart
And also to our broken hearts.
No Father there to save His life
No one to answer the anguished cry
My God, My God
Why have you left my soul to die?
He took the blow,
The whip, the stripes,
The silent Lamb of God
Gave His life.
For all us sheep who have gone astray
On Him our iniquities were laid.
The innocent soul
Was the offering for sin,
In the hope that He
Himself could win
Our renegade hearts
From the depths of sin.
And on that day in heaven,
When the bride arrives
He will say, As He looks her in the eyes
I see the travail of my soul,
And am satisfied.
~ Adriana Wales