I am here with unclean hands ,
and sinned more times than I could say "holy"
but here i remain in silent vesper,
and wonder about Jesus
and if i was still able to look at his face.
I wondered about His story,
and realized that man had lied about their glory,
This son of men , born of The Father,
to save a people who knew theater ,
who knew how to play the parts of how to be righteous 101,
but knew nothing of the author.
Then i think about the people he went to ,
the people he asked "will you follow?"
None of these where right men,
none of these knew promise,
none of these sinless,
not even in the discipline of Jesus,
but He did not count the times they would sin,
He did not count the times they would be righteous,
But the times they wore big smiles on their faces,
because there was one who loved them ,
like the eastern sun loved the mountains,
and he watched men weap like the rivers running down them,
he weighed the water and turned it into gold,
beause wine was for drinking ,
and changed the heart of broken man, forever.
this is the Christ i follow , too.
This is the saviour.