On this day as a river flows by, its transparent water invite
The sunlight reflects of it as all of nature eagerly looks on
They all in aghast, excitedly point to a lonesome figure coming my way
As if to say in one voice, "behold the lamb who comes"
I have held on to this hope that goes beyond time
My journey was meant to be mine, to prepare for this
To suffer it all for all to become, someone greater
If it be I suffer, then by death to fulfill all that is beyond physical
The body they may kill, one prepared for me like all
Where in the secret place only known to the All-Knowing
All ever born of flesh was fully revealed unto perfection
This mystery of godliness, now walk in flesh, condescended to save all
If men search after me, they won't find me, I'm everywhere
I will find them, for in me all consist, the heavens and earth testify
In your search by reasoning and thought, men will still be left to wonder
How can mortal understand imortality, imperfection, grasp perfection, corruptible know incorruptible, finite discern infinite?
So it was in ones failing, all present yet unborn inherit such
In another all shall be blessed, for this lamb would be slain
Even as Abraham saw it above the altar in the flame
We must bow, welcome Him whose presence ushers in peace
Even brings the reign of sin to cease
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.