andyboylester
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The Man
I have met a man who has been where I have been
Who's eyes have looked on all the things
Which I alone have seen
Who's hands have been deep in the dirt
But somehow, they stayed clean.
I know a man who knows the face
Of God, and meets his gaze
without shame and without fear
with deep knowledge of His grace
And when he turns to look at me...
Must I look away? I know this man,
But He knows me, better than my mother
more deeply than my flesh and blood
more intimate than a lover
And stainless hands he reaches out
to bring me closer by
His nail-pierced hand, it lifts my head
to look Him in the eye
And without a word, the Word is said
“For all these things, I diedâ€.
I have met a man who has been where I have been
Who's eyes have looked on all the things
Which I alone have seen
Who's hands have been deep in the dirt
But somehow, they stayed clean.
I know a man who knows the face
Of God, and meets his gaze
without shame and without fear
with deep knowledge of His grace
And when he turns to look at me...
Must I look away? I know this man,
But He knows me, better than my mother
more deeply than my flesh and blood
more intimate than a lover
And stainless hands he reaches out
to bring me closer by
His nail-pierced hand, it lifts my head
to look Him in the eye
And without a word, the Word is said
“For all these things, I diedâ€.