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Like A Lamb

by Matthew Clark

Fear and pride are just two sides, friend 

Of Caesar’s tarnished penny 

Quietness and rest belong to God 

But who hasn’t studied warfare 

On the battlefield of life here 

Perfecting self-defense just to survive? 

 

You know how good it feels, love 

To scratch the itch of anger 

But complaining only chains us up inside

Feels like safety and power 

In a world so full of danger 

It feels like danger to be grateful, small, and quiet 

 

CHORUS

But Oh, I see the Mighty Word of God

Go silent to the slaughter like a Lamb

Oh, I hear the voices of the crowd 

Grow louder as the buried kernel’s roots descend  

 

Cause the roots beneath the surface 

Search and listen for a music 

That is and was and will be evermore 

Like an acorn to an oak tree 

Who would ever think it could be 

That those little lambs might ever rule the world 

 

But the meek will spread their branches 

Above the clamour of the nations 

The sons of God will rest beneath their shade 

And the politics of power  

That seemed so strong until that hour 

Will fall into the traps their power laid  

 

CHORUS 

 

BRIDGE

Nobody’s free from hardship 

And the briers in the garden 

Can push their way so deeply down inside 

Till what started out so tender 

Is choked out by the winter 

And gentleness don’t have a chance to flower 

 

But don’t let your love grow cold, dear 

or buy the lies they’ve sold here 

For the fools of God will fiddle on the roof 

All their lives they were the punchline 

Now their laughing faces outshine 

Every image Caesar thought would get him through 

©2023 Matthew Clark, Path in the Pines Music (ASCAP)