Thursday, April 13, 2006

Watch The Lamb

Walking on the road to Jerusalem,
The time had come to sacrifice again.
My two small sons,
They walked beside me down the road,
The reason that they came,
Was to watch the lamb.

And they said "Daddy daddy,
What will we see there?
There's so much that we don't understand,"
So I told them of Moses, and Father Abraham,
And I said dear children,
"Watch the lamb.
There will be so many in Jerusalem today,
We must be sure this little lamb doesn't run away,"

And I told them of Moses, and Father Abraham,
And I said "Dear children,
Watch the lamb."

When we reached the city,
I knew something must be wrong,
There were no joyful worshippers there,
No joyful worship songs,
As I stood there with my children,
In the midst of angry men,
Then I heard a crowd cry out,
"Let's Crucify Him!"
We tried to leave the city,
But we could not get away,
Forced to play in this drama,
A part I did not want to play,
Why upon this day were men condemned to die,
Why were we standing right here,
Where soon they would pass by?

I looked and I said,
"Even now they come,"
The first one cried for mercy,
The people gave him none,
The second one was violent,
He was arrogant and loud,
I can still hear his angry voice,
Screaming at the crowd.


Then someone said,
"There's Jesus,"
I scarce believed my eyes,
A man so badly beaten,
He barely looked alive,
Blood poured from His body,
From the thorns on His brow,
Running down the cross,
And falling to the ground.

I watched him as He struggled,
And I watched Him as He fell,
The cross came down upon His back,
The crowd began to yell,
In that moment I felt such agony,
In that moment I felt such loss,
Till the roman soldier grabbed my arm and screamed,
"You! Carry his cross!"

At first I tried to resist him,
But his hand reached for his sword,
So I knelt and I took
The cross from the Lord
I placed it on my shoulders
We started down the street
The blood that He'd been shedding,
Was running down my cheek.

They led us to Golgatha
They drove nails deep in His feet and hands,
Yet upon the cross I heard him pray,
"Father, forgive them..."
Never have I seen such love
In any other eyes
"Into thy hands I commit my spirit,"
He prayed and then He died.

I stood for what seemed like years,
I lost all sense of time,
Then I felt two tiny hands holding tight to mine
My children stood there weeping,
And I heard the oldest say
"Father please forgive us,
The lamb ran away.

Daddy daddy,
What've we seen here,
There's so much that we don't understand,"
So I took them in my arms,
We turned and faced the cross
And I said"Dear children, watch – the Lamb."


- Ray Boltz

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