My Savior

There’s someone I’d like to share with you,
Someone who’s dear to my heart.
Someone who you’ll get along with,
Who’ll be a dear friend from the start.

This is a man who has opened my eyes
To the wonderful feeling of love,
A man who has taught the true meaning of peace
From wondrous heights up above.

What’s that? You don’t want him to heal you?
Your wounds are too deep and too vast?
The time and the patience to fix it,
You know that no man would last.

“The time for healing is over.
I love my wounds, let me be.”
But, my dear friend, He will show you.
How to spread your wings and be free.

Do you not see the scars on my face?
On my heart, on my soul, on my mind?
The wounds that I had were more fearsome than yours,
Albeit of exact same in kind.

I stood, long ago, where you stand right now,
Trembling, alone, and afraid.
I thought that perhaps I should give up on life,
That for me this world wasn’t made.

All the lies spread by the devil himself,
“You’re a fool, you’re no good, who loves you?”
Were altogether too real easy to hear,
And slowly, to me, became true.

Do not think that your pain is so foreign, so rare
That no one else can relate.
For this friend that I have relied on so well
Can carry its staggering weight.

Do I know your heart and your mind?
I wouldn’t begin to pretend.
But this man who has been to the grave and returned
Is happy to call you His friend.

He understands, He loves, and He cares.
Even if none else ever will.
I point you to Him, my Savior, my Lord,
Who has swallowed the bitterest pill.

And still, to this day, I remember
The look on his face as he said,
“You, who have been given this beautiful gift,
Go bless the quick and the dead.

“Go be my servant, wherever you are.
Tell of me now and forthwith.
Heal up the hearts that are broken,
Love all your kin and your kith.”

This man who is no more a man, but a God,
Who saved me from pain and from Hell.
Has given me charge to save you, my friend,
And see your heart healed as well.

My heart has no room now for malice or fear,
No room for abandon or hate.
All I can feel in my renewed soul
Is the thought “Did I get here too late?”

Have I come here, dear friend, with a moment to spare
Before you are lost to despair?
Will you trust me and show me the wounds to bind up
Or inquire “Why weren’t you there?”

My love is not perfect, it has so many flaws.
I cannot begin to compare.
But remember, my friend, it’s not about me,
It’s all about He who is fair.

My Savior, so gentle, so wise, and so kind
Will bandage your wounds just as mine.
He loves you, He knows you, He wants you to feel
His peace and compassion sublime.

Now, my dear friend, will you shrink, will you pause?
Have I shown you my Friend standing near?
If trust Him you can, then heal you He will,
And take away all of your fear.