MAY NOT HAVE SEEN

If I were there…so long ago,

In days, He walked upon this earth,

I wonder if I’d been His friend…

Or judged His claim of virgin birth.

Would I have thought of Him as weird…?

The ways He taught… the friends He kept?

When they scarred His back with lashes…

Would I have been among whom wept?

The walk He took down Calvary’s road,

Would found absent have been my face?

Like many there, would I have thought…?

This man a curse and of disgrace?

When His cross forced Him to His knees,

Would I have helped Him carry it?

Like many there that gazed at Him,

Would He have, also, seen me spit?

This Lord with whom I walk each day,

Would I have known He was the Christ?

In mockery my hand reach out,

For a piece of the gown they sliced?

Would I have jeered to see Him hang…

Upon that cross at Calvary?

Would I have known, this man, He died…

In order that He could save me?

And even now, how strong my faith?

Do I give my whole life to Him?

Entrust my children to His care…

Or do it only on a whim?

What of the things I cannot see?

His reason for these sorrows here?

Do I cry out; there is no God…

Every time I shed a tear?

And yet, I judge those long ago

Who placed my Savior on the cross.

I may have been as blind as they…

And my Christ not come across.