Portrait Of A Man Poem by Christopher Thor Britt

I see a picture painted of
A kneeling man of prayer
The face of strength is beaten down with tears

Resembling the man I heard
Commands the very wind and
Calms the tempest seas without fear

I see a man who walks on water and
Drives the spirits out with
Power and God’s own authority

But then I see him heal the sick and
Hear words of compassion
As he gently holds a child on his knee

Who is this man of sorrow
Crying out with tears of blood?
Willingly he drinks the cup of death

What holds him there upon that tree?
Could it be his endless love
For those of us who daily fail the test?

Never have I touched the hands that
Gave that I might live
His spirit freed that tragic 'Good' Friday

Ever do I long to know
The man who can forgive
We who drove the nails and walked away