Behind

Did you see me underneath the tree,
wallowing in sorrow over broken dreams?
Sitting without the strength to stand
hoping for relief from the burdens crushing me?

A man in white walks up to me,
while I sit moping underneath the tree.
Reached out his calloused hands,
and said, "Come follow me."

Somewhere in the midst of the moment,
I knew this man would heal my heart and soul,
and free me from the weights which burdened me.
So reaching up with shaking hands,
I grasp the offered hand of salvation
and stand upon strengthen feet and follow,
leaving everything behind.