if

If I had lived when Jesus lived
And walked along with Him,
When came the day that He must give
His life for all man's sins...
Could I have looked on Him?
Could I have watched them drive the nails,
Into His hands and feet;
Or would I have to run and hide
Until it was complete?
Could I have looked upon the Cross
Where Christ, my Lord, was hung?
Could I have bathed his wounded side
Or would again I run?
But even now the nails are driven
Into his hands anew;
Each time we see His work to do
And fail to see it through.
Each time we hear a cry for help
And turn our ears away;
I wonder if we're not the ones
That's driving nails today.
So let us start anew this day
And strive to help each one,
That Jesus sends along our way
So when our life on Earth is done,
Our precious Lord can truly say;
"Come Home my child, Well done!"

Betty Richardson

I dedicate this poem to two very special friends in our lives, Dave and Sandra,
who have heard the cries of help without the words being said. We love you and thank you for all that you have done and continue to do...