“What mean ye by this service?”
A son or daughter asks;
A lamb is killed, some bread is baked,
A multitude of tasks!
It is the great remembrance
Of Egypt’s final night;
God’s special plan, minute detail ...
His ways of power and might.
They could forget so quickly,
The wilderness each day;
He asked them to observe it thus
In a most detailed way.
Centuries turn, a cross appears
Outside Jerusalem’s gate;
Where the true Lamb is sacrificed,
This time in cruel hate.
He gave Himself in love for me,
But on the night before
Ordained a meal of bread and wine,
Remembrance to restore.
How worthy is our Lamb,
Who gave His life upon the tree!
And now He’s made a plain request:
“This do, remember Me.”
And when our children ask us,
“Why is Lord’s Day set aside?”
Can we explain His love and ours?
His bought and waiting bride!
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