Provision

Here are the fire and the wood,

But where is the lamb?

I look to my father who tenderly speaks:

God Himself will provide the Lamb.

I carry the fire of guilt and the burden of sin,

Where is the sacrificial lamb of atonement?

I trudge upward with the heavy load,

Must I lose my life on the mountaintop altar?

It would not be an undeserved death,

My sin condemns me and demands payment.

I look to my father who tenderly speaks:

God Himself will provide.

Centuries pass with man heaping sin upon sin.

When will the crooked me made straight?

I look to my father who speaks through his tears:

I myself have provided.  My Son is the lamb.

God himself will provide the lamb.

God himself will provide.

God himself.