go with You, Jesus, to Bethlehem,
Where You came to us as a babe;
look in the manger and smell the
sweet hay, And imagine the words
go with You, Jesus, to Nazareth,
Where You grew up as most any boy;
see You at play on a beautiful day
imagine a home full of joy.
go with You, Jesus, to Jerusalem,
Where the palm branches spread in Your path
a carpet of praise as You passed
You heard not a word of wrath.
But...Oh!...Must I go to Gethsemane?
I watch Your great sorrow there?
I stay with You Ďtil the morning dew
Falls silently on Your hair?
Jesus! I canít go to Calvary!
my Lord and my King hanging there!
blood dripping down - the vile,
thorny crown -
Jesus! Itís too much to bear!
want to go to His garden tomb -
kneel in reverence there.
crucified King - my sweet memories -
fill the soft scented air.
the greatest joy my tongue can employ!
great stone is rolled away!
mere memories, but a risen King
mine forever today!
paths that I walk and the way
I talk -
things - He forever shares!
my pathways are bright, for He is
will show me Heaven one day!
...Itís hard, Dear Lord, to remember
the lepers -
smell of the sick You healed;
hard to remember the garden prayer
You in obedience yield;
hard to remember the old rugged cross,
Where You suffered and died for me -
these basic things gave the mightiest King
known on the earth today;
Because You have risen and live in my heart,
You guide me day after day
the reason why I watch the sky
journey on my way.
"Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus"
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