The Son of Man

I went into the world,
to find a good man,
but found none.

I search into my heart
looking for consolation
feeling alone, feeling forlorn.

Oh what a terrible pain,
all that I hated outside,
I found inside.

I cried, I run, I hid,
exhausted.....I wanted to die.

Then my soul saw a light
the Son of man standing by,
I ran towards him my arms outstretched!
What joy, what peace!
His warmth surrounded me!

Now I don't look for a good man anymore,
as I found it in Jesus,
but for someone humble enough
to take his own blame,
and follow the cross.

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