~ The Man from Galilee ~

When the whole world , lay slumbering ...
And quietness fills the air,

In the hour of darkness , when Sin secretly  begins to spread out its tentacles,
The pangs of deceit and evil...
Its venomous claws clutches the weak ,
And its pleasures destroys the souls, who are enraptured and caught by the beguiling illusions....
Enslaving them eternally...

In the silent midnight  hour...
When none can hear the relentless cries,
The endless tears of sorrow, in the dark valleys of shadow...
The anxiety and bewilderment,
The terrible maladies of the human soul...

And, When the human heart fail from expectations,
Aching for kindness, love and care...
But finds no one to comfort , and none to nurse its ugly wounds..

In the most desperate of time and hour,
When you find within, no hope, nor strength...

It is when a Knight arrives...
To meet the human need.

Still in the streets of every city,
Walks unheard, unseen, the Man from Galilee..

He comes, not dressed in Royal shimmery suit,
But clothed in glistening Robe of compassion, mercy and unfailing love....

His cheeks wet with tears,
Weeping for the lost and fatherless generation,
He weeps... as he walks, the silent, dark lanes.
Tears slowly, sliding down his cheeks....

He weeps... Over the  selfish and cold hearts of Men,
The relentless cries of his wounded warriors,
Over the miseries and heartaches of souls....

He walks, unheard and unseen.
In the dingy, narrow lanes,
And the sophisticated, secular streets of London, Tokyo, New York...
And also, In the busy streets of Karachi, Mumbai, Madrid, and other cities of the world.

His wounds still bleeds...
And He still weeps...

His heart burns with a crimson red and orange flame.
Flames of His passionate, consuming love, for the prodigal sons and daughters.

He walks into the chambers, the dark and ugly ones.
Where hide the souls, rejected, judged and lonely.

He draws closer to each one, with an adoring gaze, deep to their souls.
They recognize His presence...

And soon the warmth of His unconditional love,
Kindles their hearts and souls,
The pure brilliance of His glory bathing upon them...

He embraces each of them dearly in his arms, like a caring mother...
And wiping their tears, sings softly to them, lullabies.
The healing balm of Gilead,
Soothes and heals their every wound..

Oh! The Merciful Savior....
He never slumbers, or sleep.
He is awake to the cries of His sheep.

The Son of Man from Galilee,
He still loves...
He still cares...
He still watches over you,
For  dear one, He has never forgotten you.