Put out the Fire

John the Baptist at the Jordan preached the coming of the Lord
Baptizing everyone who would believe
Among the crowd that gathered, they’re a watching from the shore
I’d imagine there were scribes and Pharisees
I can see John pointing toward Jerusalem that day, to the place of temple
sacrifice
Saying through the years those lambs have never washed our sins away
But hope is here, behold the Lamb of God
Put out the fire, here comes the glory
Your sacrifice is not as worthy
He’s come to die, to make us holy
We’ve found the perfect lamb
Put out the fire
The smoke up at the temple sent a message to the world, that every sin of man
would have a price
Daily as the priest prepared an offering for the Lord, the purist of all lambs
would have to die
But when John saw the promise walking down ol' Jordan’s banks
The answer to the cries of all the lost
He knew up at the temple, things were soon about the change, the altar would
forever be the cross
He was prophesied to rise out of the seed of Abraham
Coming by a virgin down in lowly Bethlehem
The one who angels worshipped since before the world began
Has stepped into the Jordan as the spotless lamb
Your sacrifice is not as worthy
We’ve found the perfect lamb, put out the fire
We’ve found the perfect lamb, we’ve found the Great I Am
We’ve found the perfect lamb
Put out the fire