The Man

Black, sticky, thick, hot, hopeless was the pit I was in.

Dark, lonely, confusing, cold all contained therein.

Nothing I did could satisfy, every attempt I made at escape,

Would leave me still there in that pit, every stick I pulled would break.

Then out of nowhere a light, it shone so brightly I was blind.

I could not open my eyes to see what was before or behind.

I only felt two gentle hands hold me and lift me up,

And then I felt my legs, my feet suddenly freed from all that gunk.

Still not seeing, my feet they felt for the first time in so long,

A warm and solid rock, flat and wide the hands placed me on.

Water flooded over me warm and clean and fresh.

I watched while the muck and mire were cleaned, and I was given rest.

For the first time in forever, I felt my body lay,

In the clean, stable warmth of the Son shine on the Rock, my place to stay.

Finally, my eyes could see, though all remained so bright,

A beautiful man stood holding my rags robed in brilliant light.

A corner of his robe, it bled but I didn’t know from where,

For he was fully complete and strong with a brave and kingly air.

“You’re free,” he said. “Now walk with me. I’ll keep you from that pit.”

I walked along, looked back some, and wondered at all of it.

I fell at his feet and cried, amazed now I could feel!

He knelt with me, held my face, the Man was very real.

“How can I thank You? I have no words,” I cried in wonder and awe.

“Love me,” was all he said, and my heart began to thaw.

I have no words, there’s not enough I can do to thank this Man.

Love him, I do, and from this pit we’ve walked hand in hand.

I have no words but in my walk I have come to know,

My “thank you” has come to him through my life; from there my love does flow.

He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.

Psalm 40:2