I see it in his eyes,
Yes I do!
Yet I don’t understand.
No! Not even the slightest clue.
Strange concern, rare with men,
So strange it rested within.
There in the depths of his soul,
Good nature breathing.
I am breathless,
What a surprise,
Humanity lost and found,
Celebrating depravity’s demise.
Seated beside me,
Gazing into my eyes,
My true friend,
My Christ!
Copyright © Christian Ratnam 2007
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