Heard with the Heart

I don’t remember shouting

When He said that He would save

Every spirit son and daughter

Of His Father from the grave.

I didn't see the angels

Singing praises at His birth,

Nor watch the star first rise into

The night sky over earth.

I wasn’t in the boat to watch

Him walk upon the waves,

But I don’t need to see Him with

My eyes to know He saves.

I don’t know what it felt like

In that garden all alone,

Where with love that burns eternal

He made all our sins His own.

I wasn’t there to see Him

Sweating blood from every pore,

But I believe with all my heart

It’s me He did it for.

I wasn’t there as Peter wept

When thrice he Christ denied,

But I have felt a kindred pain

And kindred tears I’ve cried.

I didn’t hear the crowd condemn,

Nor see Him whipped and crowned.

I wasn’t there to cry for Him,

Nor strive to hush the crowd.

I didn’t hear the thief’s request,

Nor see them pierce His side,

But I've received a witness

Jesus Christ was crucified.

It wasn’t with my eyes or ears,

For both are known to falter,

But, rather, on my knees, in prayer;

My heart upon the altar…