On a gray April morning
As a chilling wind blew
A thousand dark promises
Were about to come true
As Satan stood trembling
Knowing now he had lost
As the Lamb took His first step
On the way to the cross

This must be the Lamb
The fulfillment of all God had spoken
This must be the Lamb
Not a single bone will be broken
Like a sheep to the slaughter
So silently still
This must be the Lamb

They mocked his true calling
And laughed at His fate
So glad to see the Gentle One
Consumed by their hate
Unaware of the wind
And the darkening sky
So blind to the fact
That it was God limping by
This must be the Lamb
The fulfillment of all God had spoken
This must be the Lamb
Not a single bone will be broken
Like a sheep to the slaughter
So silently still
This must be the Lamb

The poor women weeping
At what seemed a great loss
Trembling in fear there
At the foot of the cross
Tormented by memories
That came like a flood
Unaware that their pardon
Must be bought with His blood

This must be the Lamb
The fulfillment of all God had spoken
This must be the Lamb
Not a single bone will be broken
Like a sheep to the slaughter
So silently still
This must be the Lamb