The Road
Perpetually shy
She did not want to pry
Into the life behind those eyes.
She kept her gaze on the road
The one that would lead
To those paved with gold.
But the voice of ancient days said “look up, Child.” Here is a person of peace,
Gentle and mild.
Tell them of Love
With a capital L.
A pronoun.
Personification.
Of goodness above.
Life Him up
And watch as to Him He draws
The ones you’ve let pass by
The ones you’ve once ignored.
The road is not travelled alone
She’ll meet people along the way
Those He loves dearly
For whose shortcomings
He did pay.
She did not want to pry
Into the life behind those eyes.
She kept her gaze on the road
The one that would lead
To those paved with gold.
But the voice of ancient days said “look up, Child.” Here is a person of peace,
Gentle and mild.
Tell them of Love
With a capital L.
A pronoun.
Personification.
Of goodness above.
Life Him up
And watch as to Him He draws
The ones you’ve let pass by
The ones you’ve once ignored.
The road is not travelled alone
She’ll meet people along the way
Those He loves dearly
For whose shortcomings
He did pay.
