There used to be a young man.
On an island he lived alone.
He spent years in his solitude
Determined not to be known.
A man floated up on a raft
In the shape of a wooden cross.
He waved with His scarred hand
And said, “I see that you’re lost.”
What makes You think that?
And who are You to judge me?
“Judgment is not why I’m here
I came to set you free.”
Set me free from what?
I’m doing just fine on my own.
“Forgive my bold question, but
Do you feel loved being alone?”
I never thought of it that way.
Being alone was the safer place.
“Can you imagine a faithful love
Bathed in forgiveness and grace?”
I’ve never seen that before,
And I doubt such a thing exists.
“This is what I have come to offer
See the scars on my wrists?”
“A long time ago, My Father asked
If I would give up My glory –
To show all of humanity
There can be a different story.”
“One that offers proof of His love
Through forgiveness of all sin.
Nothing more for man to do
But to believe in the One He sent.”
As good as that story sounds,
I’m finding it difficult to believe.
“Think in the depths of your heart
Isn’t that what you really need?”
“All your guilt and shame
Have put you on this lonely land.
To be loved unconditionally
Come, please take my hand.”
My heart began to let go.
Where are you going to take me?
“You don’t need to worry about that
For I will never leave thee.”
I reached out and took His hand
Trusting He’ll never let go.
He’s been true to His word ever since,
And I will never again be alone.