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Perfect Lamb
 
That precious gift of life in each new day
which each of us consumes without a thought;
we fudge a little, even go astray,
call on God's Name when stresses have us fraught.
A man who once presumed himself immortal,
rose every morn, intent to seize the day.
By evening as he strained to reach heav'n's portal,
any wisdom he had gained swift drained away.
Other folk, attempting his tricks also failed.
Name above all Names and only Jesus, Lord
would ever reach that goal by death unveiled,
smell delicate aromas of the throne adored;
as perfect Lamb, His spotless life would pay
sweet sacrifice that transcends time for aye.


Text Quote...William Shakespeare












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