Not only was His son executed,
But so was His will; His plan.
Could we know a greater love?
Do you think that Adonai did not shed a tear?
Oh, were it in His plan that I be there on that day,
That would have been my day to die.
Had I a thousand lives,
I'd be a thousand times dead.

I wonder when I would have died that day?
Would it have been when they savagely beat my savior?
I could not have prevented the outpouring of His blood,
But it surely would have been mixed with mine.
I'm not sure that Jesus even shed a tear,
But He would have known that my soul cried that day.
As the blood from His brow flowed into His eyes,
He could not have seen the rain from my weeping heart.

And the vision of a beaten, bruised and broken body
Dragging a cross bearing the weight of the world.
Although I may have died under that weight,
I would have taken sword after sword, just to know.
When the blood spewed from each nail hole
It would have been close enough to stain my clothing.
As I fought like a man possessed
Just to spare my savior's life.

And when Jesus asked that we be forgiven,
I would have pleaded for our most painful demise.
For we could not have been more undeserving
Even if we knew not what we did.
So perhaps that is why God did not place me there
To stand in the gap, not for but against His plan.
For in His infinite knowledge, He knew what He must do.
Already too much blood was shed, it was not to be.

This was not my day to die.

Tony D. Scearce