I WISH.

I wish I had been a young boy

When Jesus lived down here,

Then I could go with other folk

And all His stories hear.

I wish I had been the young boy

Who gave His picnic meal,

Consisting of the loaves and fish,

So happy would I feel. 

I wish I had been the young girl

Whom Jesus made quite well.

I’d follow Him wherever He went,

To all people His love I’d tell.

I wish I had been one of the guests,

When Jesus turned the drink

Into the wine at Cana’s wedding-

Exciting times, I think.

I wish I had been one of the crowd

And seen Zacchaeus climb

High up the sycamore tree to see

The Saviour at that time.

I wish that I had been a child

Standing in that crowd –

I would not let them shout and cry,

‘Crucify the Lord.’

I would have followed near the Saviour

Everywhere He went.

And I would have cheerfully run for Him

Wherever I was sent.

But I am not a child in Jesus’ time,

I am living here today,

I will serve Him just the best I can,

And walk the Jesus’ way.

I shall please Him by the work I do,

And in the things I say-

I will be unselfish to my friends,

And in the games I play.

To my parents who have cared for me

Obedient I will be.

I will not whinge, but smile and work,

And live quite happily.

Of course I wish I’d been a child,

When Jesus was alive-

But I will serve Him every day,

And to please Him I shall strive.