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.