Looking in the mirror
And returning the stare
Of a six-foot-one kid
With sandy blonde hair.
Bright blue eyes
His only attractive feature--
Other than that,
An odd-looking creature.
Talented--perhaps,
But he struggles with pride,
And wants more than anything
A special someone by his side.
He wants to play guitar,
Fancies joining a band;
Music is his life,
Though some wouldn't understand.
He loves to sing loudly
And pour out his heart;
Somehow it makes him
Feel closer to God.
He's got lots of friends,
But so few that are true,
Some strange, some strangely normal,
An all-together odd crew.
He'd give his life in a moment
For any one of them
For what greater gift
Could he give to his friends?
He's never big on t.v.,
Nintendo or Playstation;
He'd rather sit outside
And hear the song of Creation.
His eyes have seen hurt
That has torn his heart in two;
He just wants to reach out,
And say, "I love you."
He loves being with people,
But enjoys time alone;
Loves to talk face-to-face,
But never by phone.
But above all else,
He loves his Christ;
Has an insatiable hunger
To look into His eyes.
His Creator, his Saviour,
His Father, his Friend;
The One he can trust
To be there 'til the end.
Those unblinking blue eyes
Windows to a complex human soul;
Trapped imperfect on earth,
Longing to be made whole.
Yes, he longs to see his Saviour,
Treasures their times alone;
And knows someday he'll see Him,
When at last he is Home.
