Joseph James Breunig 3rd

(Bangor, Maine (USA))

Poem: Come, See This Man


It started out, as an ordinary day,
with a daily trip… to the local well;
without much expectation, I met a Man
from a small town, located in Israel.

Come, see this Man…

Well, I must admit, He was the first
to observe me as a Child of Abraham;
knocking down my personal defenses
was Christ, the Son of the Great I Am.

Come, see this Man…

He spoke with both grace and intimacy,
and soon I was fully revealed before Him;
He demonstrated that I can always find joy
within an existence, that is tedious and grim.

Come, see this Man…

He freely offered me Living Waters,
that would satisfy my longing thirst;
my spirit was surprisingly touched
with the wisdom that He easily dispersed.

Come, see this Man…

Our conversation was incredibly amazing,
for I can barely express what He said,
for the words of Love He softly uttered,
profoundly touched both my heart and head.

Come, see this Man…

Without earthly disdain and unwanted judgment,
He completely quenched the dryness in me;
I’m sure that He can offer you similar results,
but you must now go for yourself and see.

Come, see this Man… while He still can be found!



Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
John 4: 4-30; Isa 55: 6-10

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013


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