George D. Miller Poet Pastoral

The Teacher From Old Galilee

T'was there in the twilight I heard my dear Lord
He's calling, yes calling to me
He bids me come close and to sit by His side
This Teacher from Old Galilee

His voice is so gentle, his eyes are so kind
Then He motions again to sit near
Please tell Me My son just what's on your mind
With Me you have nothing to fear

Then He reached out His hand when I neared where He sat
I took it to steady my pace
He said let us pray for the sins you have wrought
And the sins of the whole human race

Then we bowed our heads and we closed our eyes
Our Father He started to pray
Please forgive this young lad and the sins he hath wrought
With blessings to take on his way

Then we unclasped our hands at the final Amen
I looked at His hands opened wide
Then He held them up for me to see
The nail scars that held Him so high

I could see on His brow the marks of the crown
That the soldiers' had pushed on His head
And the marks of the tears running down His face
From the sweat and the blood He had shed

I can see by your face then He said unto me
They hurt Me I cannot deny
But I died and I lived by the grace of our God
In the mansion He holds Oh so high!

Now it's time that you went with the angel I sent
I hope and I pray for your love
Please remember Me when your down on your knees 
And the blessings I send from above.

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