Who Was This Man

I met this man just the other day
He sat so lonely that I just couldn't turn away

We sat down and talked a bit
We talked on and on, like we just couldn't quit

Then came the moment when I wondered to myself
Who was this man telling me about myself

He read me from the outside in
Called out all of my sins

He knew how deeply sorry I felt about them down inside
And all the feelings I tend to hide

He told me to take a walk with him
I was a bit skeptical because I didn't know him

He grabbed my hand and said come on
Right then was when all my fears were gone

We walked and talked for a long time, all the while I stumbled and stumbled 
through my mind
But for some reason, his name, I could not find

Finally, he said that it was time for him to go
I didn't want him to, for his name, I did not know

So I asked him what was his name
It was only fair that I know because he knew my name

He said that he was no ordinary man
That I knew when he touched my hand

I told him everything except his name was talked about amongst us
Then he said,"I am Jesus"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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