A Lamb Without Blemish
By Pearlie Duncan Walker ©
There was born into this world, one sweet day
A Lamb without blemish, in a manger, on a bed of hay.
The wise men saw the star in the east, and had to go see.
Wondering, was this the Son of God? It had to be.
They saw the star shining brightly, over the stall,
Knowing, on this babe of sovereignty, they'd come to call.
This sage and innocent Lamb changed the world that day.
For Him was the scepter chosen, from old Satan to take the keys away.
He grew up in obedience to His parents and His Father.
Never sinned, with worldly things He didn't bother.
This Lamb was of God, He taught others how to be.
He showed them faith, by walking on the water, out in the sea.
Old Satan tempted Him...But He couldn't be bought.
He resisted every temptation, brought old Satan to naught.
Shunned by His Countrymen...paid in suffering, but not in vain.
Not He, but by ones who will one day kneel at the mention of His name.
I want to be there when this life is over, to kneel at His feet.
And worship in Prayer and song, to this Lamb Ill meet.
See the streets of gold and maybe the tree of life, when this life is finished
And be with our Savior, who is the Lamb unblemished.
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