Borrowed Breath

Can anyone hear my anguished cries?

Can anyone see past my disguise?

I feel alone.  I feel despised.

            I feel invisible.

Does anyone detect my agony?

Or sense the depth of my misery?
Does anyone see the part of me

            That’s silently miserable?

 

My own loneliness seems to taunt me,

My past sins return to haunt me,

And life itself seems dreary and daunting

            Will anyone help me?

I fall to my knees, lost in despair.

Weary of life and its temporal affairs,

Broken and hopeless, emotions stripped bare,

            Is there no one to help me?

 

Then from the corner of my eye I see

A Galilean rabbi watching me

With a gentle look of love and mercy,

            His gaze takes away my breath.

Our eyes lock, my emotions swell,

My introspective loathing is dispelled,

He’s come to redeem me from my hell,

            This prophet from Nazareth.

 

I’ve heard of Him, of His healing touch,

How He’s rescued others from sin’s clutch,

How with just a word, He can change so much.

            But is there hope for me?

He smiles, as if He read my mind,

He kneels next to me, His words soft and kind,

“I’ve redeemed you.  You are mine.

I’ve bought you.  You are free.”

 

This Savior of the world noticed

This dying soul that everyone else missed,

And He asked me to tell you this,

            He sees you too.

            He sees you too, friend.