The Author Lyrics

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
water.

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 be
alright. He will walk again.

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