Friday, October 11, 2013
Through Jesus is the only way.
There was a man quite old and gray
Who never had a word to say
And hadn't had the care to pray,
To listen, love, and to obey.
One day there was a painful loss
his friend, his mate to be the cost
of his hardened heart and lot.
With pride and ignorance he fought.
Now on a night so dark and cold
He felt his bones grow very old
There was no point to live he told
The no one in the curtain fold.
The sun had risen warm and bright
How brilliant how clear the light
shown through the curtain in his sight
The one he talked to in the night.
"Good morning dear," a whisper said.
The old man sat and scratched his head.
No one around, just him in bed.
Confused, he wished that he was dead.
There was a knock upon his door
He cringed to feel the cold wood floor.
the journey to the door he wore
his sleep wear from the night before.
"Good morning sir" he heard a squeak
It was a child so small and meek
she popped on by to take a peek
of the old man so frail, and bleak.
May I come in and have a chat?
She walked on in and there she sat.
She gave his old grey hand a pat
before he answered that was that.
The beauty from the child shone
An Angel to him she had flown.
He need not ever feel alone.
A warmth grew strongly on its own.
They visited for a long while
had he forgotten how to smile?
This child's lesson took him miles
from that old man who was beguiled.
It was the time for the last look
into her eyes. His soul, it shook
as she handed him a book
A book of God. The book he took.
Why did he meet this little friend?
So near he knew was his end.
He read and prayed the lord would send
some mercy. Some love to lend.
This old man had much to learn
And in his heart he knew and yearned
The Lords love need not be earned.
His light of Christ has now returned.
But what to do? so little time!
Nothing to give, no not a dime
He worried that he lived a crime.
Was it to late for truth sublime?
A whisper soft again did say,
"there's nothing dear you have to pay.
Through Jesus is the only way.
That is the way back home to stay."
The old man wondered what this meant
The time is gone, his life is spent
no time to repay what was lent.
"oh my dear friend you must repent."
He healed the sick from leprosy
He sailed the sea's of Galilee
How can I be as great as he?
How can I show my love for thee?
"There is no need to measure up.
He paid the price, he filled your cup."
The old mans fears began to letup.
He prayed all night until sunup.
It is through him, he is the way.
And in my heart I'll always say
He is my Savior Jesus stay
forever by my side each day.
-Emily Diane
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