If Christ turned and looked at me
From cries of hatred’s violent clan
Would I stand beside Him or cry fearfully
‘I never knew this man’?
If they all stood with arms up-raised
And rocks within their grasp
To stone me; would I declare God’s praise
And to His love hold fast?
Will I, in spite of enemies
My Savior’s love defend
And live life’s moments faithfully
For Him until its end?
© Janet Martin