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 I cared.

I Wonder