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