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Everyman by Bill Childers


I met a man today as I walked the dusty road,
And he seemed not weary at all.
There was no load obvious on his back,
Yet, I thought I would soon fall!

Of a sudden, he began to struggle and stumble
For a reason I was unable to see.
I wearily trod closer to ask him his trouble, and...
Quickly... I knew... he was me!

With confused mind, and pounding, aching heart
I choked to speak his name.
Realizing full-well, I did not know this man...
We, nevertheless, were the same.

Then, I knew there was no need to speak or fear,
For my burden grew suddenly light...
And I knelt before this man, lifting my face to him,
Realizing a devastating might!

This man... was every-man... He was you... He was me...
He often treads this road, this Man of Galilee.
And lifts the load of all... yet, seems burden-free.
He must appear unwearied... as He meets one like me.

Bill Childers
Copyright : December 1995

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