The Man

Deep in the depths of my sorrow I looked,
And saw a Man, of whom I knew little,
The ground was torn, the mountains shook,
This I knew, was no riddle.

The Man I saw, was the King of Kings,
The person He saw, was the ultimate sinner,
The world had poured on many things,
And I had not come out a winner.

Easily influenced, easily swayed,
I was like sin's instrument,
Waiting to be played,

My thoughts were dirty,
My words, unkind,
My mind was cluttered,
There was no time!

No time to pray, no time to listen,
No time to see, that Jesus had risen.
My sins were great, and uncountable in number,
There was no debate, sin had me under.

Despite this, the Man stayed,
He held out His scarred hands,
And said, "Child, I have already paid"
His eyes held mine, and I saw the heavenly land.

Because of sin, we are dead
But through Jesus, we live,
No matter what Satan says,
The Man will always forgive.

And when we meet Him in the clouds,
On that glorious day so close,
I know I'll walk around,
And say, "Jesus, I'm glad you rose."


									
Albert Kim