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Easter
Mourning For |

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Riley Owen Hitt |
| June 24, 2004 - July 20, 2004 |
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Watch The Lamb
by Ray
Boltz Album: Concert Of A Lifetime
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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?
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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..."

We lost our little lamb too.
But we know he is in heaven with Jesus.
~Riley Owen Hitt~


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