Christmas & Easter: Watch The Lamb

Contributed by: Phil Trotter

WatchTheLambSBring the moving song “Watch The Lamb” by Ray Boltz to life by inviting members of your youth group and Sunday School to mime/act it out while it plays over your sound system.

Performed on Palm Sunday or during any Easter service, it brings Jesus’ Passion and sacrifice home in a powerful way.

The song is available on iTunes. It runs for 7min 46secs. You can watch it on Youtube as part of your preparation.

7 main characters are required. Some have very small parts, four have ‘lines’ to mime:

  • Simon of Cyrene (main character)
  • Simon’s two sons
  • Two criminals
  • Jesus
  • Soldier
  • The Crowd (optional)

Three or four rehearsals are usually enough, once you’ve worked out roles and talked through staging. It works with or without props.


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”
And 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
And 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 and 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 thorns 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 sword
So I knelt and took the cross from the Lord
I put it on my shoulder, we 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 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
“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, we turned and faced the Cross
Then I said, “Dear children watch the lamb”