Perfect Redeemer, Willing Lamb

In the garden of sorrow, He lifted His hands.

Obeying the Father, fulfilling His plan. The weight of the cross, the cost of

our sin. Yet He chose the cup, and He carried it in.

Freely He gave so the world could be saved. Perfect Redeemer, He opened the

door. The Lamb who was willing, we need nothing more.

For the love He displayed through the darkness of night, we follow His

footsteps, we walk in His light. Crown of thorns pressed,

yet mercy prevailed. The nails could not bind what love had unveiled. Through anguish and