Portrait of a Man
I see a picture painted of a kneeling man of prayer
The face of strength is beaten down with tears
Resembling the man I heard commands the very wind
And calms the tempest seas without fear
I see a man who walks on water and drives the spirits out
With power and God’s own authority
But then I see him heal the sick and hear words of compassion
As he gently holds a child on his knee
Who is this man of sorrow, crying out with tears of blood?
Willingly he drinks the cup of death
What holds him there upon that tree? Could it be his endless love
For those of us who daily fail the test?
Never have I touched the hands that gave that I might live
His spirit freed that tragic 'Good' Friday
Ever do I long to know the One who can forgive
We who drove the nails and walked away
~Christopher Thor Britt
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