Watch The Lamb
Walking on the road to Jerusalem
The time had come to sacrifice again.
My two sons they walked beside me on the road.
The reason they came was to watch the lamb.
"Daddy, Daddy, what will we see there?
There's so much we don't understand."
So I told them of Moses and father Abraham.
And I said, "Dear children, watch the Lamb."
For there will be so many in Jerusalem today.
We must be sure the lamb doesn't run away
And I told them of Moses and father Abraham.
And I said, "Dear children, watch the Lamb."
We reached the city and I knew something must be wrong.
There were no joyful worshipers, no joyful worship songs.
I stood there with my children
In the midst of angry men.
And then I heard the crowd cry out,
"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 here
Where soon they would pass by?
I looked up and 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 still can hear his angry voice screaming at the crowd.
Then someone said "there's Jesus" and I could scarce believe my eyes.
A man so badly beaten, he barely looked alive.
Blood poured from his body,
From the thorns upon his brow...
Running down the cross
And falling on the ground.
I watched Him as He struggled...
Watched Him as He fell.
The cross came down upon His back
The crowd began to yell.
In a moment I felt such agony
In a moment I felt such loss.
Until a Roman soldier grabbed my arm and said,
"You--carry his cross!"
At first I tried to resist him.
Then his hand reached for his sword.
And so I knelt and took the cross-from the Lord.
I placed it on my shoulder and started down the street.
The blood that He'd been shedding was running down my cheek.
They led Him to Golgotha.
They drove nails deep in His feet and hands.
And yet upon the cross I heard Him pray,
"Father, forgive them!"
Oh, never have I seen such love in any other eyes.
"Into thy hands I commit my spirit"
And then He died.
I stood for what seemed like years; I'd lost all sense of time.
Until I felt two tiny hands holding tight to mine.
My children stood there weeping.
I heard the oldest say,
"Father, please forgive us
Our lamb just got away!"
"Daddy, Daddy, what have we seen here?
There's so much we don't understand."
So I took them in my arms and we turned and faced the cross
And I said, "Dear children-watch the Lamb!"