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I Wounder

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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?

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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?

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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?

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Could I have said the proper words,

To comfort His aloneness,

To show I shared His sorrow,

To attend to His forlornness?

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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?

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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?

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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?

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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?

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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~ Virginia Ellis ~
Graphics By Penny Parker