| Walking on the road
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| To Jerusalem
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| The time had come to sacrifice
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| Again
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| My two small sons
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| They walked beside me on the road
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| The reason that they came
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| Was to watch the lamb
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| «Daddy Daddy
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| What will we see there?
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| There’s so much that we don’t understand»
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| So I told them of Moses
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| And Father Abraham
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| And then I said dear children
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| «Watch the Lamb»
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| There will be so many
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| In Jerusalem today
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| We must be sure the lamb
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| Doesn’t run away"
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| And I told them of Moses
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| And Father Abraham
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| And I said «Dear children
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| Watch the lamb»
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| When we reached the city
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| I knew something must be wrong
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| There were no joyful worshippers
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| No joyful worship songs
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| I stood there
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| With my children
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| In the midst of angry men
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| Then I heard the crowd cry out
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| «Crucify Him!»
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| We tried to leave the city
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| But we could not get away
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| Forced to play in this drama
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| A part I did not wish to play
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| Why upon this day were men condemned to die?
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| Why were we all standing here
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| When soon they would pass by?
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| I looked and said
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| «Even now they come,»
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| The first one pleaded for mercy |
| The people gave him none
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| The second one was violent
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| He was arrogant and loud
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| I can still hear his angry voice
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| Screaming at the crowd
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| Then someone said
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| «There's Jesus,»
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| I scarce believed my eyes
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| A man so badly beaten
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| He barely looked alive
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| Blood poured from His body
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| From the thorns on His brow
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| Running down the cross
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| And falling to the ground
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| I watched as He struggled
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| I watched Him as He fell
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| The cross came down upon His back
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| And the crowd began to yell
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| In that moment I felt such agony
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| In that moment I felt such loss
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| Till the roman soldier grabbed my arm and screamed
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| «YOU! |
| Carry his cross!»
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| At first I tried to resist him
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| But his hand reached for his sword
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| So I knelt and I took
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| The cross from the Lord
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| I put it on my shoulders
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| And started down the street
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| The blood that He’d been shedding
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| Was running down my cheek
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| They led us to Golgatha
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| They drove nails
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| Deep in His feet and hands
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| And on the cross
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| I heard him pray
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| «Father, forgive them…»
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| Never have I seen such love
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| In any other eyes
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| «Into thy hands I commit my spirit,» |
| He prayed
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| And then He died
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| I stood for what seemed like years
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| I lost all sense of time
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| Until I felt two tiny hands
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| Holding tight to mine
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| My children stood there weeping
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| And I heard the oldest say
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| «Father please forgive us
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| The lamb
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| Ran away
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| Daddy Daddy
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| What’ve we seen here
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| There’s so much that we don’t understand,"
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| So I took them in my arms
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| We turned and faced the cross
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| And I said
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| «Dear children
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| Watch the Lamb» |