Many miles He walked.
He never grumbled or complained,
But went about His Father�s work.
I wanted to run to Him and take His hand.
People followed so many followers!
How would I ever be able to hold His hand?
He was in such great demand.
Oh, if I could only hold His hand.
Here He comes!
His eyes fixed on mine.
Before me He stands with outstretched hands and says,
�Come, hold my hand, walk with Me, and be by My side.�
By His side I walked and held His hand.
Many were drawn to Him and asked
�Who is this man?�
My heart full of joy, I could say,
�This is Jesus. His name is Jesus.�
I shouted to all.
Crucify Him! Crucify Him!
What is happening?
I could not see.
Who do they want to Crucify?
I saw many who followed as I
But they were angry and yelling
I need to see! I must get through!
My eyes filled with tears
And pain in my heart.
I knelt down and wept.
This could not be!
�This is Jesus! This is Jesus!� I shouted.
No one could hear.
I cried and whispered,
�If only I could hold His hand.�
The opposition and ridicule that came;
How would He bear?
They took Him away!
Jesus. How could this be?
They nailed Him to a tree.
What my eyes saw I could not believe.
They have beaten and bruised Him.
Blood spilled from His body.
My pain too great,
I remembered the time I held His hand.
Questions in my mind,
I gazed upon His face.
With love and compassion,
He whispered, �I love you.�
Oh, Jesus if only I could hold Your hand.
They took Him from that tree
And laid Him in a tomb.
My heart broken,
Tears continue to flow.
The wrong that was done!
He arose and conquered death!
Going to the tomb
I had to see!
Inside I found
Hope, joy and peace because
He is ALIVE!
Jesus, soon I WILL hold Your hand.