Were You There?

I was there on that Good Friday. Were you?

When bloodthirsty crowds gathered to see the King of the Jews

3 crosses on a hill but only 2 were there against their will.

Because Jesus went there on His own.

Jesus went there FOR His own.

His sacrifice, the ultimate weapon of warfare

Yes, I was definitely there.

For all of the mothers with daughters and sons.

You are all warriors without a gun.

Fighting for your children, for their victories won.

You stand in the gap for them, pray on your knees again and again.

They are our hearts walking around –

outside our bodies, love spilled on the ground.

And when my kids get hurt, it hurts me, almost unbearably.

So how could a Father who cares give His son my cross to bear?

There’s no doubt – I was certainly there.

When Jesus stretched out His hands and bared His flesh to the nails

He was looking at me.

He was in my details.

All my life has been exposed to Him, long before I committed my first sin.

Or the one after that, and the thousands since then.

And it seems that the Father didn’t have to convince Him.

He just went.

What was He thinking? 

Was He crazy?

Had he been drinking?

How could He – knowing me, still give me life and let me live it?

How could I, knowing Him, just live my life without Him in it? 

I’ll never get over it: the way that He loves me.

With a love that is so deep and so far above me

I read of that day and the horror unfolds…

The ground that shook and the Scriptures that foretold

of the suffering innocent one, un-consoled.

There was no glory or gratitude,

no relief, no air

Just throngs of people, who were dead and unaware.

But somehow in His mind, my face appeared

My desperate condition, my record un-cleared

Yes, my Jesus saw me and volunteered.

So while much of the world still doesn’t care

I pray for the world and this moment we share

For when the Son of God took the cross to bear,

All of us, most certainly, definitely were there.