The Author Lyrics

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 light
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