By: Emily Robinson
It’s good to see that you’re alive; for I was so scared that you had died.
And as you fell far from my view, I was looking hard for you.
But when I never heard from you, I was reminded that it’s not my power to rescue the fallen.
So I gave up all hope. I left you for dead.
You were soiled, tarnished, weary, a mess.
I could not have helped you in such a state, for I am so weak myself.
Should I grab onto your hand, I would have only let you down.
Only the pure may have such ability.
There in only One pure who can change your reality.
Christ is the one who bore the cross, wore a crown, and saved the lost.
And just when you fell to the ground; drenched in shame, confessing your sins, Christ picked you up.
He dusted you off. He brought you a robe, He carried you home.