Walking on the road
                           to Jerusalem,
                           The time had come to sacrifice again,
                           My two small sons,
                           They walk beside me on the road,
                           The reason that they came
                           was to watch the lamb.
                           Daddy, daddy,
                           What will 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 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.
                           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,
                           The first one cried for mercy,
                           The people gave him none,
                           The second one was violent,
                           He was arrogant and loud,
                           I still here 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 forms upon His brow,
                           Running down the cross,
                           Falling to the ground.
                           I watched Him as He struggled,
                           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 a Roman soldier grabbed my arm
                           and screamed, you, carry His cross.
                           At first I tried to resist him,
                           Then his hand reached for his cross,
                           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 us to Golgotha,
                           They drove nails
                           deep in His feet and hands,
                           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
                           He prayed and the He died,
                           I stood for what seemed like years,
                           I'd lost all sense of time
                           until I felt to tiny hands
                           holding tight to mine,
                           The children stood there weeping,
                           I heard the oldest say,
                           Father please forgive us,
                           the lamb ran away.
                           Daddy, daddy,
                           What have we seen here,
                           There's so much
                           that we don't understand,
                           So I took them in my arms,
                           And we turned and faced the cross,
                           Then I said dear children
                           watch the lamb.