Behold the Lamb

Behold the Lamb

 

Behold the Lamb’s humility with mockers at His feet

With bruise and spittle on His face His suffering near complete

Behold His quiet dignity as men did laugh and scorn

As blood filled eyes the shame despised beneath the crown of thorn

 

Behold the Lamb’s meekness displayed in silence at the rod

As blow by blow each stroke did know was all the will of God

Behold what majesty withstood such cruelty from men

The silent intercessor groaned to pardon them from sin

 

Behold the Lamb silent and still while men His skin did flay

Laid down His life through yielded-ness God’s glory to display

Behold Him stand before the crowd rejected by His own

Once hailed as King by multitudes now loved by God alone

 

Behold the Lamb – No more than see - this nature I must know

To see alone a curse would be if only for a show

With tear filled eyes myself despise and all for Thee would give

To share Your nature, taste Your power and in Your grace to live