The Last Supper The final night on earth with them The disciples wanted to be with Him. He directed them to a certain man With a water pitcher in his hand. It was not the custom in that day For men to carry water that way. This man would lead to the place Where they would meet face to face. The Passover was the last meal The time of His death to reveal. The sacrifice of the Lamb was near That night He would shed tears. During Passover in Egypt many years before They put the blood of the lamb on the door. Jesus once said, "I am the door." There was no need to look any more. The Messiah had come to fulfill the laws, And to pay the price for man's flaws. The blood on the Door for you and me The Lamb without spot from all eternity. Willing to go to the cross alone Shedding His blood for man's sins to atone! Poem written by: Lena Ayer Kittrell Background designed by: Lena Ayer Kittrell Midi music "Jesus, You Know I Love You": Dan Zigler Lena Ayer Kittrell |