Oh, to have been there
When she wrapped the Holy Babe,
To have felt His glowing presence
In the manger where He lay.
To have seen God's love shining
From Heaven’s dawning morn.
Oh, to have worshipped Jesus
From the moment that He was born!
Oh, to have been there
When the thousands gathered ‘round
For as He taught His Holy message,
They uttered not a sound.
Oh, to have seen the miracles
That the Messiah had performed
Where He healed the sick, raised the dead
And calmed the violent storm.
Oh, to have been there
When they sentenced Him to die.
When they mocked and persecuted Him.
And their Master, the disciples denied.
Oh, to have seen Him struggle
With the burden of the cross.
This, our Savior lovingly endured
To redeem the sinners yet lost.
Oh, to have been there
When He gave His life that day.
When at Calvary, He suffered a death
That would wipe our sins away.
Oh, to have grieved with Mary
As she laid her son to rest
And as she wrapped the Holy Shroud
‘Round the man who'd fulfilled his quest.
Oh, to have been there
When the stone was rolled aside
To bring forth our Risen Savior
So that forever, He could guide!
The Son of God had come to Earth
To die for all who believe.
Oh, to respond to the Heavenly trumpets
When His flock, our Shepherd retrieves!
by:
Karla W. Daigle
