A Kind and Gentle Man

I had a dream that I walked behind a man in white cloth - so gentle, so kind; he told me his name with his fatherly voice and asked me to follow, though it was my choice He talked in stories which made me think while he told large crowds to take of his drink; he walked among beggars, cripples, and thieves and he only asked us that we all just believe I watched his miracles bring back the dead and I wept as they shoved thorns upon his head; I watched him be beaten, spit on and cursed and the day he died the clouds rained with a burst I cried because I had lost my very dear friend although, he told me that it was not the end; I didn't understand this man, this begotten son was the way to eternal life for me and everyone I walked alone without him there and felt so lonely because my soul did care; this gentle man they did kill for me so that I could live on and really be free When I awoke from my dream I had a plan to live my life, to be a better man; for what I learned from this only one is that He is truly God's only son I know my friend will always be even at times when I can't always see; for my life is lost without the One... a kind and gentle man we call The Son.