The Man

What simplicity

The strong hand of the carpenter

Steady and smooth

Precision in shaping the yoke

Gentle, patient hands

Healing hands

Broad shoulders

Swarthy features

Sturdy and quiet

Powerful in voice

Words of Life dance aloft

Skipping across the lake

Penetrating the marrow

Life to dry bones

They step out of the tombs

They dance behind him

They run to meet him

They dance, they worship, they serve

Oh that I were so near

Near the elbow of The One

Master, Lord, King

His charisma so delicious

The rose-like aroma of Christ

It proceeds him to the party

To search out those crying for love

Quietly he stands, they come

They yearn, he gives

They open, he touches

Hearts and bodies healed

The family grows

Oh, that I would follow in those steps

His gap-toothed smile shining through me

His radiance beaming brightly

His Life duplicated

His words ringing out clearly

The Son of God through me

Stephen Pursell, 10/3/02