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.
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