(Written when I was 22 years old)
I Was There
Often times I wonder what it was like when Jesus was here on earth.
I try to go back in time and witness His birth.
I’m there with Mary taking a cool cloth to her head,
Knowing this babe was the savior, I heard her first words to Him she said.
I lie back on the hay and see a bright star,
No police sirens, no guns, no honking car.
Just a peaceful night, a miracle had taken place,
I was there to see the proud look on Mary’s face.
Then I go to hear Jesus as a man, I listen to every word.
I see the miracles He performs I hear people call Him Lord.
I like to see that I was with Him all the way and I was never in doubt,
Then I am drawn back to reality and humbleness comes about.
You see, I was there with Christ but not as one who took a stand…
No, I am the one who drove the nails in Jesus’ hands.