Consider The Lamb

When I feel it's time to concede,
When I feel like life makes me bleed,
I Need only think of Calvary's Hill,
How there the Lamb's blood did spill.

When it seems life becomes so wrong,
When I face trials hard and long,
I Consider His strength on that day,
How the price for my sins He did pay.

When I haven't a rhyme to convey,
When I cannot think what I should say,
I keep in mind the Saviour's voice,
"Father, forgive them!" was always His choice.

When I fall to my knees and loudly cry,
And just can not understand exactly why,
I'm reminded, beneath His cross, He stumbled,
As, "Crucify!" The crowd roared and rumbled.

When life's pain whips me and rips me to shreds,
And my wounds only Fester and spread,
I remember thirty-nine lashes He received,
A punishment difficult to even conceive.

When I'm crowned with piercing pressures of my mind,
When my intentions manifest in actions unkind,
I again consider The Lamb, ridiculed and crowned with thorns,
How He retaliated with not a single word of scorn.

When I get hanged out to dry for all to see,
On my darkest day humiliated having no plea,
I Remember, the Lamb was nailed and Hanged up high,
How that Man of Sorrows, unrecognizable, had to die.

When I think trials in life are the worst,
And I'm deserted in desperation and thirst,
I recall the Lamb thirsted as he hung on the tree,
And became the Living Water for you and for me.

When I feel trapped in snares and vices',
And I think there's no escaping the crises,
I recall the Lamb sealed deep in a tomb,
For only three days, until He conquered His doom.

When you think life is too much to endure,
And survival is futile and absolutely unsure,
Consider the Lamb, How He became what becometh not,
The sin of the world, when he was the Lamb without spot.

Life can be treacherous and tortuous at times,
Often filled with more sorrow than the sweet or sublime,
Consider the Lamb, and all the agony He took,
Life is less bleak when we give the Lamb a closer look

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