Hand Of The Man

Would I have had the courage

To stand up and call Him my friend

Or would I have denied

That I'd ever known someone like Him

Would I have been kneeling in the shadows

And throwing the dice

Or would I have been holding

The hand of the man when He died

Would I have believed

He made that dead man walk around

Or would I have laughed

At the loaves and the fishes He found

Would I have believed

That His hands could calm Galilee

Or would I have driven the first nail

through His hand to the tree

Would I have been one

Of those chosen as a fisher of men

Or would I have held silver in my hand

for selling a friend

As He climbed the last mile of that hill

Would I have stoned Him or cried

Would I have been holding

The hand of the man when He died

Would I have had the courage

To stand up and call Him my friend

Or would I have denied

That I'd ever known someone like Him

Would I have been kneeling in the shadows

And throwing the dice

Or would I have been holding

The hand of the man when He died

Oh I hope I'll be holding

The hand of the man when I die