My Choice

Wouldn’t it be thrilling
Wouldn’t it be neat
To have been one of the people
Who sat at Jesus’ feet

Wouldn’t it be awesome
That older as I grew
Jesus was my neighbor
Someone that I knew

Perhaps He attended my wedding
That ceremony divine
Perhaps it was for me
He changed the water to wine

Perhaps with my young son
I went over to the park
And there met dear Jesus
Conversing till after dark

Or maybe it was my uncle
Who Jesus rose from the tomb
And I was one who witnessed
How glory filled the room

Or could I have been one watching
As to the cross they nailed
Or did I quietly slink away
My courage having failed

Did I hear about His rising
On resurrection day
Was I happy and elated
Or would I rather go and play

Did His message really touch me
As I listened to His voice
Whether it did or didn’t
It certainly was my choice.

By Terry Hebdon July 2009