When He Died For You and Me-.. Were You There?
Sometimes it causes me to tremble
When I remember that country preacher
Telling the story of Jesus
Being crucified when I was little
I felt bad that He did nothing wrong.
And in college,
I learned this song
A Negro Spiritual
Were you there?
When singing this song
It caused my voice teachers’
Body to tremble
As the vibrato spinned
As the words sprang out
About the story once heard
Of how my savior died,
And how he on was lied.
And now that I’m older
And I’ve gained knowledge
And now grown
And I’m on my own
With no one but the
Lord to depend on
The story means more to me
Than when I was that little girl
Without a care in the world
When that country preacher
Told it about how the nails
Pierced him far from gently
How the crown of thorns
Was crushed blood vessels
In his head.
How he knew he had
To face the sinful world
Just like how I know
I have to face it because
God is calling me
To assist in ministry
I want to be more like Jesus
Everyday and in every way.
It deeply convicts me
To see on movies
And to visualize in my mind
What He did at Calvary
That day at any given time
It causes me to tremble
And tears to fall.
I know in my heart
I have no other choice
Than to accept His call
And give my all and all
To gain victory for His people
Because He died for it
Already.
It doesn’t matter
If you were there when he died
He just wants you
To know that He did
And all you have to do
Is come to Him like a little kid
And he will do the rest
This is what He does best.
I hope that it causes you to tremble
Whether or not we resemble
Each other in Him we are all
Sisters and brothers
Were you there, then?
It doesn’t matter
Be here now
He died and rose on the third day
For those who were then
And now trembling in sin.
wrote 7-14-10
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