The Conversation
Stranger, we are not alike.
That's very plain to see.
Your skin is quite a different shade.
Your words are strange to me.
What's that you say? You're here today
Just to talk to me?
You know a way that we're alike?
Well, I must disagree.
What do you mean we're sinners all?
What do you know of me?
How do you know I'm living now
A life devoid of meaning?
How do you know there is no hope?
Who told you about me,
My life, my fears, my agonies?
This simply can not be.
Jesus--who is this man
That knows all of this and more?
Sent to die? A sacrifice?
Rose again? Sovereign Lord?
Friend, tell me more about this one
Who you claim died for me.
A crown of thorns? Three rusty nails?
A hill called Calvary?
How could this one I never met
Love someone like me?
There's more you say? This very day
He wants to set me free?
Free from hopeless sorrow?
Free from pain and grief?
Free to live a guiltless life?
His blood will cover me?
Quickly, friend, tell me now
What is it that I must do
To be truly free in his love for me
As you say he wants me to?
Just ask this one into my life?
Place him above all others?
Give him the very best I have?
Oh, thank you now, my brother!