- I threw away my fish one day,
- And walked behind a man.
- His steps were clear and deep and sure
- Upon the burning sand.
- He walked right by, spoke scant a word,
- But drew me still somehow.
- I followed close behind the man
- As wonder would allow.
- It wasn’t long before I saw
- The depth and breadth inside
- This man who took his steady hand
- And touched another’s eyes.
- Then turned a bit and cupped an ear
- And turned and felt a tongue.
- Then turned once more with outstretched hand
- And lifted up someone.
- My eyes were wide, my jaw was dropped
- As I could not believe
- The things I saw with my own eyes
- That this man could achieve.
- And further on he walked again,
- Speaking as he went.
- And one by one, the people came
- With sleeping roll and tent.
- It was me who was with he
- The night I nearly drowned.
- It was I to whom he cried
- To make his children found.
- I was there when angels came
- And covered him in light.
- I was there in that girl’s house
- When her dawn stopped her night.
- I felt his hand upon my head,
- His hair around my feet.
- I felt the angels pry the locks.
- I was almost complete.
- I was there when he had prayed
- And closed my eyes to sleep.
- I was there behind the woods
- While they walked that street.
- Even then I did not know
- All that he had told.
- Some things strange and not quite clear,
- My mind could not enfold.
- Yet then I heard the rooster crow,
- And then again twice more.
- It was then I realised that
- There was so much more.
- And though my will was quick to go
- My flesh stayed still behind.
- I took some time and found my fish
- And thought some things behind.
- My life had changed these last few years
- I was not quite the same.
- And there he was, the man I loved,
- Calling me by name.
- Days went by, and soon I came
- Upon the temple gates,
- And looked upon a beggar there
- And saw his lonely state.
- “Look on us,” I called to him
- And so he cast his eyes.
- “We have no coins, but this we have:
- In Jesus’ name, arise.”
- And as I took him by the arm
- And lifted him to stand.
- I felt the spirit pierce my heart
- And power leave my hand.
- He stood steadfast, with solid feet,
- And then I felt anew.
- For now my faith was full, a stone,
- And now it all I knew.
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