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| The Lamb | Up on a hill for all to see A little lamb died, nailed to a tree He cried for His Father. He was all alone. Then he was buried behind the stone. No one dared cry, "My King! My Savior!" Instead they denied the greatest favor. They watched Him suffer and scoffed His name. The sky turned dark from all the shame. At that moment our sins were removed And the curtain temple split in two. He died this death - can't you see? He died this death for you and me. |
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