By Elizabeth Prata
The Lamb, slain and alive
By Elizabeth Prata
My Living Hope
My precious Savior
Resplendent in glory
He came down
Unclean! Unclean!
All we are unclean
The Holy and perfect One
He came down
He dwelled among us
He lived sinlessly
He ministered constantly
He came down
My sin, my sin so great
So dark, so depraved
The Fountain of truth to wash me
He came down
He obeyed the call of the cross
Taking God’s wrath
He died in pain and alone
They took Him down
In the tomb He lay
Wrapped and bloody
But on the third day
He conquered death and rose up!
Jesus stayed and taught
He loved and comforted
Yet 40 days transpired
He went up!
His return to glory a triumph
The Lamb who was slain is alive
His return to heaven so joyous
Father and Son and Spirit united
He is not here. He is risen!
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