I wish I could have been the robe
Jesus wore that day
I would have held Him close to me
Stayed with Him all the way

Caressing His so tender flesh
While tethered to the rack
I'd have been a buffer for the lash
That bruised and tore His back

One sleeve would have dried the blood
Beneath His crown of thorns
While the other gently cupped His face
To comfort Whom they scorned

I'd have been the soothing fibers
'Twixt His body and the tree
My sash in reverence lowering Him
Once death appeared rein-free

In love wrapped arms around Him
Held Him snugly in the gloom
Then lifted them rejoicing
When He rose up from the tomb

I wish I could have been the robe
Jesus wore that day
To have eased His pain and suffering
When He took my sin away

Copyright^© Linda Oliver