Jesus At Sunrise

The other day I was weeping The tears keep coming to my eyes, Then I looked outside my window As though compelled to look toward the skies. And my tears they just kept falling Which was caused by the worries and the world outside And the sin and the hate just kept gnawing From which no one can ever hide. I then brushed the world aside As I was compelled to search the sky, And then! I shook in wonder I saw Jesus walking at sunrise. He was walking with outreached hands As though reaching for every woman and man, And I didn't make a sound As I was lost, and never found. I watched him walk with such concern As he watched the world below, He walked with such shame and pity My teardrops then began to grow. And as I watched as Jesus walked I knew then that the Lord did care No matter how I felt, I now knew that Jesus would always be there. And as Jesus kept walking I saw sorrow on his saddened face Was it for his children and the world Or was it for their future, and their fate. I kept watching Jesus as he walked As he looked, and searched the world, Then suddenly! He just disappeared As though he was never here. Then I closed my curtains on my window And then I fell to my knees to pray and cry, Though this time not for the world or me But, for Jesus, who walked at sunrise. Randy L. McClave