Lord of Light
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This is something I was writing tonight...although I have to actually say, I was really not conscious of what I was typing...I felt God speaking to me and so I wrote. Whether He'll call me to write some more or not, is only known to Him.
Broken hearted, she comes home
Jimmy broke up with her,
Like so many before him
She grabs her phone and goes to her room,
But then decides to go for a walk.
Where she’s going she doesn’t know
So she wanders without a thought,
As to who she passes or where she is,
She goes down a dark road,
To a light at the corner.
She then looks up, and sees a sign
“Fellowship Tonight” it reads,
So she goes in, not knowing why
And she finds her way to a seat
Her gaze then rises to find
The most comforting gaze she’d ever seen.
The eyes were the man on the cross who hung there,
Why he was there, she knew not,
But that he had suffered greatly, was quite plain to see
Tears ran down his face, and blood from his brow and side
Scars were upon his body, so many that they overlapped
“Who is this man that he would die so?” she asks.
She starts to rise, but then finds a gentle hand on her shoulder,
And she turns to find two young men, both with eyes closed,
Heads bowed, and not sure why, the young woman clears her throat.
The young men open their eyes, and smile
“Would you like to know more about this man?” one asks of her.
“Yes, I would. I don’t quite know why a man would die so.” She says.
“Have you ever been in love with someone?” asks the second.
Tears well up in her eyes, and she nods.
“This man died because of his love.” He says, sitting down.
“What?!” She exclaims. “How can one die like that because of love?”
“Its because, in doing so, He told us ‘I love you’ in a way unimaginable”
“’Us’? You mean He loves all of us? Even me?”
“Yes, even you. Even the worst people you could imagine.”
“How can He love us? After all we’ve done?”
“Because He loves us, he’s forgiven us. He paid our price.”
“On that cross!” the young man says, pointing.
“You see, the love we have here on earth,”
“Between a man and woman, its only a small portion of His love”
“His love reaches down to the lowest valley”
“Covers the highest mountain”
“Reaches across the widest ocean”
“And touches every person in the world”
“I’d like to know more about this kind of love” she speaks softly.
Both of the young men take her hands and help her to her feet.
“I’m sure He’d love to know more about you too, miss…”
“Rose. My name is Rose.”
Broken hearted, she comes home
Jimmy broke up with her,
Like so many before him
She grabs her phone and goes to her room,
But then decides to go for a walk.
Where she’s going she doesn’t know
So she wanders without a thought,
As to who she passes or where she is,
She goes down a dark road,
To a light at the corner.
She then looks up, and sees a sign
“Fellowship Tonight” it reads,
So she goes in, not knowing why
And she finds her way to a seat
Her gaze then rises to find
The most comforting gaze she’d ever seen.
The eyes were the man on the cross who hung there,
Why he was there, she knew not,
But that he had suffered greatly, was quite plain to see
Tears ran down his face, and blood from his brow and side
Scars were upon his body, so many that they overlapped
“Who is this man that he would die so?” she asks.
She starts to rise, but then finds a gentle hand on her shoulder,
And she turns to find two young men, both with eyes closed,
Heads bowed, and not sure why, the young woman clears her throat.
The young men open their eyes, and smile
“Would you like to know more about this man?” one asks of her.
“Yes, I would. I don’t quite know why a man would die so.” She says.
“Have you ever been in love with someone?” asks the second.
Tears well up in her eyes, and she nods.
“This man died because of his love.” He says, sitting down.
“What?!” She exclaims. “How can one die like that because of love?”
“Its because, in doing so, He told us ‘I love you’ in a way unimaginable”
“’Us’? You mean He loves all of us? Even me?”
“Yes, even you. Even the worst people you could imagine.”
“How can He love us? After all we’ve done?”
“Because He loves us, he’s forgiven us. He paid our price.”
“On that cross!” the young man says, pointing.
“You see, the love we have here on earth,”
“Between a man and woman, its only a small portion of His love”
“His love reaches down to the lowest valley”
“Covers the highest mountain”
“Reaches across the widest ocean”
“And touches every person in the world”
“I’d like to know more about this kind of love” she speaks softly.
Both of the young men take her hands and help her to her feet.
“I’m sure He’d love to know more about you too, miss…”
“Rose. My name is Rose.”
