Losing The Lamb

Walk around with smile pasted
Pretend everything’s all right
As the Lamb slips from your hands
You now walk only by sight
Hold your head up
Push down your fears
But the Lamb is still with you
Weeping your tears
Though He follows faithfully
You make Him stay away
Until you have all the answers
Written in clay
But one day comes when suddenly
You do not see the precious Lamb
For bleeding at your feet below
Lies the Great I Am
Innocence is dying there
He took the blows for you
And as His eyes meet yours again
You know you have the truth
So gather in your arms again
The lost and broken Lamb
Let His blood wash over you
That you may understand.