Isaiah 53:7

He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his

mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter and as a

sheep before her shearers is dumb, so openeth not his mouth.

 

 

Watch The Lamb

Ray Boltz (c) 1986

 Spoken Intro

"Ever since the days of Moses, the Israelites have celebrated Passover. And the early custom was to go out to your flock and select your best lamb and then, together with your family, travel to the great city of Jerusalem, and sacrifice it there together with everyone else. 

Now, this Passover, it was a very special one because it was the first one for two small boys who had just become of age. Their father Simon was very excited and very proud. He took great pride in teaching them the ways of Moses and Abraham. And the boys were filled with excitement as Simon explained how important it is not only to select the best lamb from the flock, but that the lamb had to be taken care of properly so that it would arrive in the same condition, if not better, than when they found it. So, they had to pack food and water and make a leash so that the lamb couldn’t run away.

 So, early that next morning they set out�?

 Singing Begins

Walking down the road to Jerusalem.

Time had come to sacrifice again.

My two small sons, they walked beside me on the road.

The reason that 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.

Then I said dear children �?watch the lamb.

 

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.

Then I said dear children, “watch the lamb.�?/P>

 

When we reached the city, 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.

Then I heard the crowd cry out �?“Crucify Him!�?/P>

 

We tried to leave the city. But, we could not get away.

Forced to play in this drama, a part I did not wish to play.

Why upon this day were men condemned to die?

Why were we standing here where soon they would pass by?

 

I looked and said �?“Even now they come.�?/P>

The first one, he 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’d believed 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 to the ground.

 

I watched Him as He struggled. I watched Him as He fell.

The cross came down upon His back �?and the crowd began to yell.

And in that moment I felt such agony. In that moment I felt such loss.

Until a Roman solider grabbed my arm and screamed �?“You! Carry His cross!�?/P>

 

At first, I tried to resist him. Then his hand reached for his sword.

So I knelt and took the cross from our Lord.

I placed it on my shoulder - started down the street.

The blood He was shedding was running down my cheek.

 

They led us to Golgotha! They drove nails deep in His feet and hands

And yet upon the cross I heard Him pray �?“Father, forgive them.�?/P>

Oh, 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

Until I felt two tiny hands, holding tight to mine.

My children stood there weeping. I heard the oldest say �?/P>

“Daddy please forgive us. But the lamb - ran away.�?

 

Daddy, daddy. What have we seen here?

There’s so much we don’t understand.

So I took them in my arms. We turned and faced the cross.

Then I said “dear children �?watch the Lamb.�?/P>