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SERVANT
One day I went out for a walk
to give myself some time to think.
I passed a water fountain so
I stopped there for a drink.
As I approached I saw a line
and many people standing round.
The man who tried to drink there was
a cripple, wheelchair bound.
The fountain wasn't built for him,
he could not reach it in his chair.
He could not raise himself to drink,
and no one seemed to care.
They all looked the other way
or stared off somewhere into space,
but no one there would meet his eye
or look into his face.
I went and bought a cup of ice
filled with water to the brim.
I knelt beside his wheelchair and,
I gave that drink to him.
He didn't have the power of speech,
he lacked the skill to make replies,
but gratitude lit up his face,
and thanks were in his eyes.
I had no power to make him whole,
I didn't make his bad limbs good.
I couldn't tell him "Rise and walk"
I just did what I could.
I had a vision late that night,
or maybe it was just a dream
or something more; I only know
how very real it seemed.
I stood before a great white throne,
where earth and heaven fled away.
I felt so naked and alone
at my Judgment Day.
A mighty voice like thunder rolled:
It roiled the sea; it shook the sky.
Its eerie power wrung my soul.
I heard the thunder cry:
"Holy! Holy! Holy! is the
Lord of Hosts, the Great I Am,
Who was and is and is to come and
Worthy is the Lamb."
And as that awesome anthem died,
I saw a man, but not a man,
standing by the Father's throne
there at God's right hand.
He had hair like whitest wool
and glowing feet like polished gold.
His face across the light-years shown,
with eyes like burning coals.
He came down from that mighty throne
and walked beside the crystal sea.
I trembled, as I knew that He
was coming straight at me.
When I could clearly see His face
I found it was a face I knew.
I fell down on my knees and cried:
"My God! That man was You."
"You chose to be a cripple, Lord."
I cried to Him, "Please tell me why?"
In gentle loving words He said,
"For you I chose to die."
"Remember what I taught beside
another sea in Galilee?
'If you do it to the least of them,
You do it unto Me.'"
The Lord brought forth a diadem
and set that crown upon my head.
A single word was wrought in gold:
SERVANT that word said.
(by Lloyd Barry Johnson)
One day I went out for a walk
to give myself some time to think.
I passed a water fountain so
I stopped there for a drink.
As I approached I saw a line
and many people standing round.
The man who tried to drink there was
a cripple, wheelchair bound.
The fountain wasn't built for him,
he could not reach it in his chair.
He could not raise himself to drink,
and no one seemed to care.
They all looked the other way
or stared off somewhere into space,
but no one there would meet his eye
or look into his face.
I went and bought a cup of ice
filled with water to the brim.
I knelt beside his wheelchair and,
I gave that drink to him.
He didn't have the power of speech,
he lacked the skill to make replies,
but gratitude lit up his face,
and thanks were in his eyes.
I had no power to make him whole,
I didn't make his bad limbs good.
I couldn't tell him "Rise and walk"
I just did what I could.
I had a vision late that night,
or maybe it was just a dream
or something more; I only know
how very real it seemed.
I stood before a great white throne,
where earth and heaven fled away.
I felt so naked and alone
at my Judgment Day.
A mighty voice like thunder rolled:
It roiled the sea; it shook the sky.
Its eerie power wrung my soul.
I heard the thunder cry:
"Holy! Holy! Holy! is the
Lord of Hosts, the Great I Am,
Who was and is and is to come and
Worthy is the Lamb."
And as that awesome anthem died,
I saw a man, but not a man,
standing by the Father's throne
there at God's right hand.
He had hair like whitest wool
and glowing feet like polished gold.
His face across the light-years shown,
with eyes like burning coals.
He came down from that mighty throne
and walked beside the crystal sea.
I trembled, as I knew that He
was coming straight at me.
When I could clearly see His face
I found it was a face I knew.
I fell down on my knees and cried:
"My God! That man was You."
"You chose to be a cripple, Lord."
I cried to Him, "Please tell me why?"
In gentle loving words He said,
"For you I chose to die."
"Remember what I taught beside
another sea in Galilee?
'If you do it to the least of them,
You do it unto Me.'"
The Lord brought forth a diadem
and set that crown upon my head.
A single word was wrought in gold:
SERVANT that word said.
(by Lloyd Barry Johnson)
