In die tyd van keiser Tiberius, opvolger van die deurlugtige Augustus, toe Jesus Christus sy leer in Galilea verkonder het, het die Jood Simon in Cir ne gewoon Cir ne was een van die pragtige stede wat die Grieke in Afrika gebou het nog voordat Rome groot geword het Hier is die verhaal van Simon, wat ook Simon Niger genoem word This book can be summed up by the Ray Boltz song Walking on the road to JerusalemThe time had come to sacrifice againMy two small sons,They walked beside me on the roadThe reason that they cameWas to watch the lambCHORUS Daddy, daddy what will we see there There s so much we don t understandSo I told them of MosesAnd Father AbrahamAnd then I said,Dear children, Watch the lambFor there will be so manyIn Jerusalem todayWe must be sure the lambDoesn t run awayAnd I told them of MosesAnd Father Abr This book can be summed up by the Ray Boltz song Walking on the road to JerusalemThe time had come to sacrifice againMy two small sons,They walked beside me on the roadThe reason that they cameWas to watch the lambCHORUS Daddy, daddy what will we see there There s so much we don t understandSo I told them of MosesAnd Father AbrahamAnd then I said,Dear children, Watch the lambFor there will be so manyIn Jerusalem todayWe must be sure the lambDoesn t run awayAnd I told them of MosesAnd Father AbrahamAnd then I said,Dear children, Watch the lambWhen we reached the cityI knew something must be wrongThere were no joyful worshippersNo joyful worship songsI stood there with my childrenIn the midst of angry menAnd then I heard the crowd cry out,Crucify HimWe tried to leave the cityBut we could not get awayForced to play in this drama,A part I did not wish to playWhy upon this dayWere men condemned to die Why were we standing hereWhere soon they would pass by I look and said, Even now they comeThe first one cried for mercy,The people gave him noneThe second one was violent,He was arrogant and loudI still can hear his angry voiceScreaming at the crowdThen someone said, There s Jesus And I scarce believed my eyesA man so badly beaten,He barely looked aliveBlood poured from His body,From the thorns upon His browRunning down the crossAnd falling to the groundI watched Him as He struggledI watched Him as He fellThe cross came down upon His back,The crowd began to yellIn that moment I felt such agonyIn that moment I felt such lossUntil a Roman soldier grabbed my armAnd screamed, You, carry His cross At first I tried to resist himThen his hand reached for his swordAnd so I knelt and tookThe cross from the LordI placed it on my shoulderAnd started down the streetThe blood that He d been sheddingWas running down my cheekThey led us to GolgothaThey drove nailsDeep in His feet and handsAn yet upon the crossI heard Him pray, Father forgive themOh, never have I seen such loveIn any other eyesInto they hands I commit My spirit,He prayed and then He diedI stood for what seemed like yearsI d lost all sense of timeUntil I felt two tiny handsHolding tight to mineMy children stood there weepingI heard the oldest sayFather, please forgive usThe lamb ran awayDaddy, daddy what have we seen here There s so muchThat we don t understandSo I took them in my armsAnd we turned and faced the crossAnd then I said,Dear children, watch the Lamb Words and music by Ray Boltz