The Perfect Lamb Of God



He left his Father in heaven
Came to this sin cursed earth
To bear the sins of all
The perfect Lamb of God



He opened not His mouth
To defend himself to men
By His stripes we are healed
And by His blood we are cleansed
The perfect Lamb of God



A crown of thorns placed on His brow
Blood, sweet and tears were there
Oh, humbly He took my place
The perfect Lamb of God



They nailed His hands and feet
To that old rugged tree
Drove a spear in His side
Blood gushed out as He died
The perfect Lamb of God



Then they laid Him in a tomb
They were sure he’d met His doom
But in three days He arose
This story never grows old
The perfect Lamb of God!

©Written in Jesus name by: Mrs. Geraldine Rose 7/19/02