His Place
As I walked down the aisle
An abyss of confusion built in me
A sense of emptiness overcome my heart
And a desperate feeling ran through my mind
But who could bring together
The fragments of my heart?
I sat on the front bench
Looking at the great man
Leaning on a piece of wood
Stretching out His hands without tire
And I wondered why
He chose such a desperate position
In such a spacey room.
Suddenly I took a book next to me
And ran through Mark
But my heart beat faster
A sweat drop ran down my temple
And a tear dropped down my cheek
For I understood that He was there
To take the load off my neck
And guilt off my heart
Because I was desperate.
I looked at the nailed man again
And felt like a walking corpse
Awaiting its second death
And when I looked behind
I saw a man in white
Eagerly waiting for my next step.
Before I could leave
I took one final glance at the man
And bent low in His honor
For I had known why
He had neglected the luxurious benches
To live in such a lowly site;
I felt better than before
For this is how He wanted
His place to be.
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