I thought I was a Christian, till He revealed myself to me
I protested and cried, “Lord, it cannot be.”
“Be not afraid, My child, it is necessary to see,
that to be My disciple, the truth must set you free.”
Burning tears descended, as shame rose in my heart
I realized my deception, the blindness on my part
So rising from true ashes, I made a brand-new start
On the pathway of humility, I began to chart.
Standing ahead, I saw, a barren wooden cross
No one hung upon it, and I was at a loss
“Be not afraid, My child, at what it’s going to cost
To find the peace you long for, you must embrace your cross.”
Into darkness, I entered, leaving myself behind
For only when you seek Him, will you truly find
Nails and thorns, they pierced me, as I transformed my mind
So that appetites that bound me, began now to unwind.
I thought I was a Christian, till He revealed to me
The one who is His follower hangs also on the Tree
“Be not afraid, My child, trust what you cannot see,
For the grain of wheat that dies, will rise in eternity.”
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