The Author Lyrics

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.