Sacrificial Lamb

The disfigurement of hearts, he bore upon the hill.

To save the wicked hearts, that only wished him ill.

He stood alone against a storm that we cannot tame.

He took up his wooden cross and died as the people came.

All to save the hearts of men that cared not for his pain.

He died alone upon the hill and down slid the rain.

All who watched had walked away to go weep at his grave.

We remember the life he gave, but not that it was for us he gave.

He sacrificed himself for us so doesn't that mean we're free of sin?

So now we live our lives in silence and don't think about our kin.

Who died that day upon the cross for the lives of all mankind.

Yet as a brother who fell for us we still pay him no mind.