I Was There
I was there the night Christ suffered
In the garden of Gethsemane.
I didn't see Him bleed or hear His prayer.
All the same, He was thinking of me.
I was there when He went to trial,
Though I didn't see His disgrace.
All the same, I was there in His heart,
For He was accused in my place.
The thorns were placed on His head, not mine;
But for my sins, He felt the bite
Of the whip and the blows from abusive hands.
For me, He was up all night.
I was there when the nails pierced His hands,
When He cried to His Father, "Forgive
These people, they know not what they do."
He died that I might live.
I was there that day when He arose, again.
I didn't see the empty tomb,
But all the same, I was there in His heart.
In my heart He'll always have room.
~R. Mark Lemmon