How I Am Able To Envy You
How I am able to envy you—the people of the day.
He talked among you
He walked beside you
What a great feeling it must have been
To see His face
To touch His robe
To hear His voice
On that long ago road.
How I am able to envy you—the three wise men.
Who traveled by night and slept by day
You took your pace and haste your way
When you heard a Savior is born on that day
What a great joy it must have been
To fell before your knees in the presence of a new born King
To offered Him gifts and sang Him hymn
Blessed are you because you came.
How I am able to envy you—the couple that invited His company.
In response to His mother’s intercession
He turned your water into wine
What a great glory it must have been
His first miracle you have seen
You have tasted the sacredness of marriage
And the abundance it brings
You have tasted the sweetness of love
That surpasses everything
By His divine presence and His mother’s arrangement
Christian marriage was raised to the dignity of a Sacrament.
How I am able to envy you—the ones He cured.
You deliberately stood at a distance
Called in a loud voice and took your chance
How it must have felt
The light returning to your eyes
The sound returning to your ears
The strength returning to your feet
The cleanse you longed to feel
With all who came with the desire to be healed
What a great feeling it must have been
He opened your eyes with faith
He opened your ears with truth
And He opened your hearts with love
A love born from His mercy and forgiveness.
How I am able to envy you—the ones He raised to life.
Experienced of a soul passing out of death
Into fullness of life and liberty
How it must have felt
Life returning to your eyes
Blood rush to your veins
Air thrust to your lungs
Waking from your sleep
What a great feeling it must have been
Having tasted death and knowing its defeat
To rise to the life of grace and leave behind the grave of sin.
How I am able to envy you—the penitent thief next to Him.
At the very hour of your death
Life flashes before your eyes
Condemned justly for the sentence you received
Refuse to lose your faith
You see a light coming from His eyes
Redeemed justly from the mercy you plead
What a great glory it must have been
The first beneficiary of God’s mercy you have obtained
The eternal salvation which you have attained
The reward too great you never expected to gain
Reunited with Him in the paradise with joy and no more pain.
How I am able to envy you—the seventy-two He sent out.
His divine commission upon your head
The power He bestowed
The fire in your blood
Your loyalty in His name
The kindness in your heart
The unceasing hope to succeed
You performed miracles in His name
What a great honor it must have been
To be His hands and feet
To be His ears and mouth
To be His usable instrument
On that triumphant and glorious moment.
How I am able to envy you—the twelve He called His own
Dine with Him
Taught by Him
Traveled beside Him
Being with Him for years on end
How I long to learn those words
The way that you learned them from Him
What a great feeling it must have been
To touch and hold Him closed—as a Son of Man, as I never can.
