But it wasn’t me who offered Him, it was my Father up in heaven
Who am I that You would seek to save my life?
Who am I, Jesus, that You would give Your body for my sacrifice?
He was a perfect Lamb, Whose blood was shed for me
A perfect Lamb, Whose blood has set me free
I will worship Him, my Lamb, my God, my King
He was a perfect Lamb, led up to the slaughter
A perfect Lamb, so I could be God’s daughter
I will worship Him, my Lamb, my God, my Brother
He was a perfect Lamb, just as it was spoken
A perfect Lamb, Whose bones were left unbroken
I will worship Him, my Lamb, my God, my Holiness
He was a perfect Lamb, Who made my appeal
A perfect Lamb, by His stripes I am healed
I will worship Him, my Lamb, my God, my Shield
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