Michael Card  On a gray April morning as a chilling wind blew  A thousand dark promises were about to come true  As Satan stood trembling, knowing now he had lost  As the Lamb took his first step on the way to the cross  Chorus  This must be the Lamb  The fulfillment of all God had spoken  This must be the Lamb  Not a single bone will be broken  Like a sheep to the slaughter  So silently still  This must be the Lamb  They mocked his true calling and laughed at His fate  So glad to see the Gentle One consumed by their hate  Unaware of the wind and the darkening sky  So blind to the fact that it was God limping by  Chorus  The poor women weeping at what seemed a great loss  Trembling in fear there at the foot of the cross  Tormented by memories that came like a flood  Unaware that their pardon  Must be bought with His blood  Chorus