Thanks, Lamb

Our sins hurt God, and only God can heal
the wounds we visit on the Trinity;
Christ opened heaven, allowing us to steal
what was not ours, a perfect destiny.
God is so good, offending Him so bad,
our sin closed up the door to Paradise;
the Son of God, the only hope we had,
becomes a man, is crucified and dies.
Only God's love is stronger than our sin,
only His love could send His Son to die;
in evil’s war, only God’s love could win,
and with the glorious cross, kiss death goodbye.
The Paschal Lamb chose to be sacrificed,
forevermore You have my thanks, O Christ.

                          -- by Pete Voelz         4/08