Things have been rough this year.
My wife died giving birth to a stillborn child.
I lost my job to a younger man.
The earth shook and things went wild.
Alcohol became my best friend
Keeping me warm on cold winter nights.
Teeth fell out and tongue turned brown
And vagrants challenged me to fights.
One rainy night, down on my luck,
No nickel to my tarnished name,
I stumbled into an empty house
Where I could hide in shame.
I searched through cabinets covered in dust
And looked under every loose board
Hoping to find a morsel to eat,
A blanket, a shirt, anything to add to my hoard.
Upstairs in what was a little boy’s room
A magical things I did find.
Buried beneath a pile of rags,
A book to challenge my mind.
A stubble of candle sat on a shelf
And so I quickly lit it with glee.
By the flickering light I eagerly read.
A realization soon came to me.
The story spoke of a man long ago
Who owned very little but love.
He roamed his world bringing peace,
Goodwill, a message from God above.
I am like He, I began to think,
With nothing to lose nor fear.
Resolved to act I fell asleep
Like a child, both loved and dear.
When the new sun brightened the world
I stumbled, confusedly, into the hall.
For there surrounded in unearthly glow
Hovered the Man to whom I did fall.
“My Lord, forgive this humble man
who long ago fell out out of Your grace.
Today I beg you, I am renewed
And ready to take my place.”
A breeze arose, tore off my rags
And dried the tears from my eyes.
Gentle fingers brushed my cheek
And lifted away my cries.
That was the day when I took control
And rejoined the human race.
From that day forward I was His man
And walked with smiling face.
I now believe that my wife and child
Truly did not die in vain,
For their sacrifice brought me back to God
And to feel His love again.