O Bethlehem, of olden days, where temple lambs were born and raised; could these unblemished sheep have grazed in fields where David played?
Where shepherds, with their pastured flocks, try keeping them from jutting rocks; protecting them from wolves and hawks — or bear like David slayed.
Once born, selected from the rest — whose coats and features were the best; the lambs were swaddled tightly, lest an injury caused scars.
These year-old lambs from Bethlehem on altars in Jerusalem; the blood of every one of them was spilled instead of ours. Behold, God's plan was unconcealed to awe-struck shepherds in the field: the promised Lamb of God revealed and in the manger lay.
This swaddled babe was born divine — for he'd change water into wine and raise the dead and heal the blind and save the world one day.
Those sacrificial laws are done! The final sacrifice has come; the Lamb of God — his only son was born for you and I.
From Nazareth to Galilee, from manger to Gethsemane, from Bethlehem to Calvary — this Lamb was born to die.
The next day John saw Jesus coming towards him and said, Look, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world! John 1:29