Journey To Jesus

Walking in the house each day
You were the oldest one.
It was you who cared
When your brother was scared
Of the dark, and longed for the sun.
Walking in a friend’s front door,
You took in his terrible pain.
Instead of turning around,
Words of kindness you found
Sheltering him from the rain.
Getting in a car one night,
You caught a ride for home.
He made a choice,
But you heard a voice:
“You will not face this alone.”
Walking down the crowded street,
Your heart longs for the prize -
But how it breaks
When you observe
The absence of light in people’s eyes.
Walking down the halls in school,
You were only one boy.
But how the heads turned
When your passion burned
As you sang to God with joy.
Then, one day, it happened.
You dropped onto the floor.
But God’s mighty grace
Shown upon your face
As He breathed life into you once more.
And now the end is coming,
It’s your time to stand tall.
Even though you fear it
And you don’t want to hear it,
You can’t ignore God’s call.
A hand is extended before you
Beckoning, soft and warm.
In this unfamiliar place
You recognize one face,
And run into Jesus’ open arms.