Knowing full well his purpose in life,
the silent white lamb ran straight at the knife.
He poured out his blood and filled up the ocean,
to wash us clean of our sins and forget them.
And for his bride he gave up his breath,
and went to the grave to strangle the life out of Death.
A blinding light then flooded the tombs,
and flowers that wilted began to bloom.
And all of the children, once dead, now sing,
GLORY to the Lamb who sets the captives free!
by Ryan Green