“AN OUTSIDER’S FAITH”
He came unto this alien shore this weary Christ
He looked to work no wonders here just timely rest
My neighbors saw him as a crank a weirdo priest.
I saw him as my one last hope to save my child
And followed him along the street with my face veiled
I needed to get close to him and would not yield.
His friends thought me an unclean thing too foul to touch
They asked him to get rid of me a pagan wretch
I flung myself down at his feet within his reach.
He placed his hand upon my head and heaven was there
I told him of my daughter’s plight and felt his care
He sent me dancing down the street light as the air!
(Copyright. Bruce D. Prewer, 1996.)