If Only
If only I’d been there,
in that stable
on that night,
to fall upon my knee
and gaze in wonder
at the sight.
If only I’d been there!
If only I’d been there,
in the temple
as He spoke:
a child amongst His peers,
whose words
the Spirit woke.
If only I’d been there!
If only I’d been there,
amongst the crowd
who heard and fed.
The blessing of the Word
to feed the soul;
then fish and bread.
If only I’d been there!
If only I’d been there,
at the tomb
where Lazarus lay:
when Jesus wept and prayed
for His friend
upon that day.
If only I’d been there!
If only I’d been there,
when the blind
were made to see,
the deaf were made to hear,
the lame to walk,
and souls set free.
If only I’d been there!
If only I’d been there,
in Gethsemane
when He prayed,
‘Take not this cup from Me,
I know that You
must be obeyed.’
If only I’d been there!
If only I’d been there,
when the crowd
bayed for His end;
when they set Barabbas free,
and called a thief
their friend.
If only I’d been there!
If only I’d been there,
when He hung
upon that cross.
If they had understood
that salvation
has a cost.
If only I’d been there!
If only I’d been there,
to be with Him
along the way.
To walk with Him,
to talk with Him,
to hear Him every day.
If only I’d been there!
© Colin Gordon-Farleigh
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