Walking down a
Gravel road
I met a man who had
Mirrors in His eyes and words to
Explain just what it was I saw in
There
And He had gifts in His
Hands
He offered me sight
He
Offered me bread
He offered me
Water
He offered me
Water
Thankful, I gladly
Indulged without a second thought
As to who He rally was
His rough
Hands and soft eyes
They felt
Like home - a home I hadn't known
In years
And then I saw Him
Dead, hung up with nails for
Things I had done
Petrified, I
Stood, eyes closed, humbled to the
Point of tears
It will be
Alright. He will walk again
And
This time I will be there with
Him, ever thankful