Happy Easter

In yesterday’s post, I suggested you look up the lyrics to Watch the Lamb, print them off and discuss them with your children.

We’ve long been fans of Ray Boltz, though we admit to only owning two of his CDs. When our oldest was 3 years old, my husband and I heard Watch the Lamb for the first time, performed at a church banquet. When we realized it had been written by the same man that wrote Thank You (for giving to the Lord), we immediately bought his Concert of a Lifetime
album. Would you believe that our 3 year old latched onto that cassette and wore it out? She’s listened to it every night at bedtime for six years now, and in fact, we’re about to need to buy our third replacement for her. I highly recommend this album…though we have heard some of Ray’s other songs (different albums) that are a tad too “Christian rock” for our family preferences.

Here are the lyrics for you, in case I didn’t quite convince you yesterday…

Watch the Lamb
Ray Boltz

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,
And 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 as He struggled,
And I watched Him when He fell,
The cross came down upon His back,
And 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 cro———–ss!”

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 put it on my shoulders
We started down the street
And the blood that He’d been shedding,
Was running down my cheeck…

They led us to Golgatha
They drove nails,
Deep in His feet and hands,
And on 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—– la—–mb…”