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 Click on button to play music. I Wasn't There, I Didn't See I wasn't there when they judged Him And guilty He was found. I wasn't there when they cursed Him, While He never made a sound. I wasn't there when they beat Him and His blood was flowing free. No, I wasn't there. I didn't see. And yet, He did it all for me. I wasn't there when they crowned Him With thorns instead of jewels. I wasn't there when they accused Him Of breaking all the rules. I wasn't there when they nailed Him upon that old rugged tree. I wasn't there when He bowed His head And He died on Calvary. No, I wasn't there. I didn't see. And, no one uttered a sound. They watched them crucify my Lord And His blood drip onto the ground. If I was there, I would have said, "I'll take my Savior's place." Instead, He died, without me, And, in shame, I hid my face. I wasn't there. Yet, I knew His love And why He died upon that tree. No, I wasn't there to see it. But, yet, He did it all for me. © by Claytia Doran More of Claytia's Poetry
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