By J. Aaron White
Another year, another lamb
Another priest, a feeble man
Bleating heard throughout the land
How many must be slain?
Choose a healthy, spotless one
Cut its neck for what you’ve done
A ram replaced the promised son
Do you recall his name?
A Levite for a go-between
Though he himself must wash and clean
His soiled soul by God is seen
Who then can cleanse my shame?
He bears our names upon his shoulders
Simple stones, not heavy boulders
Alas! How Aaron’s looking older
Who can, near God, remain?
A coming day, a coming priest
Whose intercession ne’er will cease
Who bids his people come and feast
Behold, the Lamb once slain!