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?

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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? 

I wonder if I'd been there,

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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 I cared.