This Man

Who is this man, that stands beside me,

Lifting me up where I chose to fall?

The strength of a god, the touch of a kind friend.

Emanating power through the hand that he did lend.

I close my eyes, blindly stumble, and fall again.

This time I reach up to find my heavenly friend.

He lifts me up and pulls me in his arms.

He carries me through this never-ending storm.

I look down, wounds in his hands and feet the same.

Then I look up, as the Son of God he came.

The picture turns as he carries me.

The weight of the world drives him to his knees.

In solemn prayer, at the base of a large tree,

He plead for our souls and bled in Gethsemane.

And he calls to us, as we stumble and as we fall,

"Lean upon me child I have been through it all."

"Step by step I made my way,"

"As you do this very day."

"I know you pain and struggle now,"

"But as you remain faithful, I am proud."

"Look not to the world but unto me,"

"And soon you shall see,"

"My hand in your life every day."

"Remember, I am the truth, the light, the way."