Walking down a gravel road I met a man who had mirrors in His eyes
And words to explain just what it was I saw in there, and He had gifts in His hands

He offered me sight
He offered me bread
He offered me water
He offered me light

Thankful, I gladly indulged without a second thought as to who He rally was

His rough hands and soft eyes
They felt like home
A home I hadn't known in years
(And then I saw Him dead
Hung up with nails for things I had done
Petrified I stood
Eyes closed, humbled)
To the point of tears..

(It will, it will be alright
He will, He will walk again)

And this time I will be there with Him
Ever, ever thankful
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