I Wonder

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 have eased 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.

Have a Blessed Easter