I wish I could have been there to see your mother
told that she was blessed above all women.
I wish I could have seen her face when she said,
"Be it unto me as you have said."
You were on the way.
I wish I could have been there to see your humble
birth.
I wish I could have seen the Wise Men riding to
your side.
I wish I could have been there to see you turn
water into wine.
To see the sick, the lame, the mute, the deaf made
whole again, I wish I could have seen.
I wish I could have walked beside you upon the
stormy sea.
I wish I could have seen your gentle hands laid
upon the children's heads.
I wish I could have cheered you on in the robber's
den.
I wish I could have veen there to share in your
last meal.
I wish I could have gone to help you in your
Garden of Despair.
I wish I could have held you hands as you prayed
in deepest sorrow.
I wish I could have been there when you took my
fate upon you.
I wish I could have watched the pain that I so
richly deserved, that which should have
been my own.
I wish I could have been there to see the wipe
upon your back, so my own heart could bleed
for the pain that should have been my only
claim upon my shameful life.
I wish I could have carried the cross they placed
upon your back.
I wish I could have shown the world were we
belonged to be: Upon the tree you so
willing took, that which we so willing gave
away.
I wish I could have felt the nails that plugged so
deeply into your flesh.
I wish I could have done something to ease the
pain your bared.
I wish I could have been there.
I wish I could have seen them lay your body,
tattered and torn, in a lonely tomb.
I wish I could have seen the stone that blocked
you from my view.
I wish I could have been there to see you rise
again.
To see you win, to see you in all Glory, after
what I've done.
I wish I could have seen you ride among the clouds
to your father above.
But I was never there.
I never saw you take upon my pain.
I never saw your tears nor you laughter's call.
I never saw your miracles nor your victory over
death's call.
But though I can only read about them, the stone
has rolled away.
The stone of death, of sin, have been moved from
my view. I can see you clearly in all
things.
I didn't need to have been there to see the love
you bring.
I didn't need to have been there to see your work,
because you do it everyday.
I didn't need to have been there to see what you
have done.
I didn't need to have been there, no, I didn't
need to have been there.
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