Can we picture the scene?
The quietness of evening,
Gentleness of the setting sun,
Fading colors in the sky,
The sleepy chirp of nesting birds,
Shadows—and a hush upon the land?
Slowly they came,
Multitudes seeking the Master,
Coming from near and far,
Brought by a faith in his power to heal,
Weary, troubled, bowed down by fear,
Young and old alike
Came with open hearts and minds,
Yearning humbly for understanding, love.
He healed them.
Just those few words
Complete the tale.
Not one forgotten,
Not one denied,
But all set free by love
That knew no bounds.
He saw God's perfect man.
