O Christ, had I one wish I fain would be
the one who bore your cross to Calvary,
who walked beside you on the dusty way
and shared the pain you bore for me that day.
If only it were my hand that you clasped,
my shoulder which your aching fingers grasped,
then would I dare to face that painful scene,
if it were I upon whom you could lean.
But, Jesus, you are walking even yet,
your cross upon your back. Need I regret,
as if all opportunity were gone?
The road to Calvary goes on and on!
Beneath another's cross your face I see.
My neighbor's burden is your cross for me.
Your silent sorrow bids me understand
that you will always need a helping hand.
(from Now, That's a Miracle!)