I WAS A WITNESS
Luke 22-23
When they took Him away, He had done no wrong,
He taught truth, healed the sick, fed a hungry throng,
I was a witness, for I was there almost all the time,
Why could I not testify for Jesus that dear friend of mine?

He had healed me, then so greatly blessed all my family,
Gave me hope, faith, showed me the meaning of charity,
Yet somehow my willing tongue was tied, words stayed
Inside my heart, I could not speak, yet I was not afraid.

Was this done for some purpose? Part of God’s great plan?
Or why else should they want to condemn this wonderful man.
He never did an evil deed, just showed the way to God’s glory
By His every action, by every parable told and every lovely story.

Look! He does not cry out as the lashes into His flesh do tear,
Let me take the beating Lord, let me try and somehow share
Some of the hurt you feel, but a sweet voice answered, no,
Thy Master has to feel and do it all alone, He has to suffer so.

But how may I help? My pained heart did plead to God above,
The answer came, ‘Go and love my child, as He does love,
Go preach His words, help others find His love and light,
Go and show the right way and serve Him with all thy might.’

I will weep no more but will serve, for He overcame sin and pain,
He freed all men from sin’s sorrow, He promised to come again,
I’ll try and let my light shine for my Master, It will shine for thee,
I hope I can serve Him here whilst on earth and through eternity.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson May 29, 2002