Watch the Lamb

Lent is the season to prepare...a time to ready ourselves for the Holy week...the time for Easter. Yesterday, My children and I were talking about lent and easter on the way to school....and my 7 year old son said Mama, "why do we call it Good Friday if that is the day they killed Jesus? That is not good. " I have spent a lot of time thinking about how to explain to him in terms he can understand....in words that my heart can wrap him up in.

I have been thinking about this song too the last few days. (there are some images from passion in this...and it is graphic to some degree)

I love music. I think in so many ways it touches us, and moves us to faith. It is a beautiful expression of our love, and God's love for us. But this song.... It sum's up easter in such a way... During Lent...as we prepare...May we remember to Watch the Lamb.

Watch The Lamb

Walking On the Road
To Jerusalem,
The 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 that 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...."

When we reached the city,
I knew something must be wrong,
There were no joyful worshippers,
No joyful worship songs,
And I stood there,
With my children,
In the midst of angry men,
Then I heard the 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 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 still can 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 upon 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 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
And 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,
And 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
Then I said
"Dear children
Watch the lamb..."