THE ROBE
  
                                                          If I could have been at the
                                                          cross that day
                                                          When they crucified my Lord 
                                                          I would have taken my
                                                          Saviors robe that day
                                                          And gently laid it away
      
                                                          The garment so dear
                                                          That our Savior wore
                                                          Was cast among men
                                                          To be lost forever more
                                                          If I could have been 
                                                          At the cross that day
                                                          I'd have taken his robe away
 
                                                          Cruel hands tore the robe
                                                          from our Savior that day
                                                          And on the ground it lay
                                                          It was laughed at and scorned
                                                          By those wicked men
                                                          Not one for it did mourn
 
                                                              Author Ruth Tomlin ©