“Behold the Lamb of God!”
And the people only stared.
There was no lamb;
There was just a Man!
And it seemed that no one cared.
But John had seen his Savior
And the voice of God he’d heard
“This is My Most Beloved Son!
Listen to His Word!”
He plunged Him into the fount
To fulfill the prophets’ account.
But the people looked and wondered
And thought that it had thundered.
Then they went away
For they could not stay
There was nothing left to see.
Behold the Lamb of God!
See Him dying on the tree!
Look into His face
As He took our place
That from sin we might be free.
“Behold the Lamb of God!”
We hear it still today,
But few will stop in their search for fun
“There’s no time for God,” they say.
As the people look and wonder
When we hear that final thunder,
Will you run away?
Will you hide in fear
As the cloud comes near?
Or will you stand and say
On the Judgment Day,
“My God has come for me!”
“Behold the Lamb of God!”
(I wrote this poem as a song during my Sophomore year at Southern.
The Bible references are: Matthew 3; Mark 1; Luke 3; John 1)
