B.J. Thomas - Hand Of The Man

Would I have had the courage
To stand up and call Him my friend
Or would I have denied
That I'd ever known someone like Him

Would I have been kneeling in the shadows
And throwing the dice
Or would I have been holding
The hand of the man when He died

Would I have believed
He made that dead man walk around
Or would I have laughed
At the loaves and the fishes He found

Would I have believed
That His hands could calm Galilee
Or would I have driven the first nail
Through His hand to the tree

Would I have been one
Of those chosen as a fisher of men
Or would I have held silver in my hand
For selling a friend

As He climbed the last mile of that hill
Would I have stoned Him or cried
Would I have been holding
The hand of the man when He died

Would I have had the courage
To stand up and call Him my friend
Or would I have denied
That I'd ever known someone like Him

Would I have been kneeling in the shadows
And throwing the dice
Or would I have been holding
The hand of the man when He died

Oh I hope I'll be holding
The hand of the man when I die