The Innocent Lamb

When I think of the Lord's supper, communion, the breaking of bread,
I think of Adam and Eve and all of us, really should be dead.
I think of the broken relationship, the serpent's lies, the sin
And of the innocent that gave its life, for a covering of its skin.

I think of Isaac under the weight of wood, uphill with Abram
On the altar, not the willing boy, but from thorns, a weary ram.
I think of their descendants in Egypt, enslaved in bricks and mud
How the angel of death passed over, the covering of blood.

I think of Jesus under the weight of wood, uphill to Calvary
The greatest sacrifice, the culmination of blood, shed for me!
I think of Jesus, Son of God, Emmanuel, the Great I am,
I remember His mighty love, the gentlest, purist, Pachal lamb.

I think of John and no one worthy, how he wept and wept in pain
But then he said, "I saw the Lamb that looked as if it had been slain."

I think of myself in filthy rags, could not approach the throne.
I need His covering of righteousness for I'm without my own.
I see the broken bread, the wine, the depravity I was in.
I remember the price paid for the forgiveness of my sin.

From the depths of deepest gratitude, the heart cannot even speak,
All I see in front of me are those beautiful precious feet.

I think of Adam and Eve, Isaac, Moses, father Abraham-
the history of redemption woven with the blood of the lamb.
Then, at the end of all things, I'll see on the throne, the Lamb,
I'll meet each and everyone, at the Marriage Supper of the Lamb.