April 1, 2002
Found in My Basement: #3
how I am able to envy you
the people of the day
He walked among you
healing your sick
raising your dead
turning your water into wine
what joy it must have been
to see Him
to touch Him
and hear Him speak
how I am able to envy you
the ones He raised to life
how it must have felt
life returning to your eyes
thrust to your blood
volume to your lungs
waking from your sleep
to tear filled eyes
suddenly dry
clouds of grief
blown aside by the wind of true joy
could life have been better
having tasted death
and knowing its defeat
seeing its Conqueror
how I am able to envy you
the seventy He sent out
His divine commission
upon your head
the power of His name
fire in your blood
you performed miracles!
in His name
what a feeling it must have been
to be His hands
and His feet
on that long ago road
and how I am able to envy you
the twelve He called His own
walking, talking, being with Him
for years on end
how I long to learn those words
the way that you learned them
you loved Him as a man
as I never can
Added second verse February 5, 2005