I met a boy-I met a man

I met a boy with deep brown hair,
and with his eyes this boy would stare,
right through my face into my soal,
his eyes would chase each lonely hole.
And with his hands he'd cover up,
the hole in which i'd dug apart.
My life would never be the same,
since this boy came and took the blame.
He cried for all my tears, my pain.

Anguish filled,
God's heart was stilled,
When this boy came alive.
For he did know,
this boy would show,
a flame that would always strive.
A boy no longer now a man,
he's grown so passion filled.
For God's great love and mercy,
once burst can never be stilled.

I met a man who cannot see,
the joy that set him free.
He once was found,
but now feels drowned,
in lives enxieties.
He needs to fine the faith inside,
thats screaming to get out.
The faith that other see in him,
the faith they live without.

Be strong young man,
please don't be shy,
the fear you feel will soon run dry.
The fights been one, is over, done.
For Will, you are the saviours son.

*To my friend Will...He wrote a poem about me and I thought I'd repay the favour.