I wonder what I would have done, Had I been there in that crowd; Would I have spoken up for Him, In a voice clear and loud? Would I have walked beside Him, Down that dirty, rock-strewn road? Would I have tried to steady Him, As He stumbled with His load? Would I have let Him lean against me? Would I have gladly borne his weight? Could I have helped in anyway, To ease His great heartache? Could I have said the proper words, To comfort His aloneness, To show I shared His sorrow, To attend to His forlornness? I wonder if I'd been there, Would I have stroked His tear-stained cheek, And kissed His bloodied hands, And washed his bloodstained feet? Would I have rubbed His aching shoulders, Put soothing lotion on His back, Tended to His open wounds, And supplied the water that He lacked? I know I was not good enough, To volunteer to take His place, But could I have helped Him bear that cross, And kept the sweat from His dear face? Would I have put my arms around His mother, And hugged her to my breast? Could I have shielded her from viewing, Her precious Son's tormented death? Could I have helped prepare His body, And have bathed Him with perfume? I wonder if I'd been there, Would I have waited by His tomb? No doubt that Easter Morning, I would have shouted, "HE IS RISEN!" And I know I would have thanked my God, For that most joyous of occasions. I'm so sorry that He suffered, And I am sad it was that way, But I know it was God's plan for man, And because of it ... we're saved. The only thing I could have done, I suppose, had I been there, Would have been to state my love for Him, And tell Him that I cared. His Scars Performed by Ray Boltz Back   Home   Next