Once upon a time..
There was a beautiful story;
A story sweet to the ears;
A story which gives hope a chivalrous name.
And it begins with a young woman who inspired this poem:
“Hidden tears, that carry fears.
Oh what a smile you wear.
A broken heart you seem to drown;
Cries you’ll never share.
You always cry beneath your laugh
As others laugh as well.
You live a daily nightmare,
But oh you’d never tell.”
But the question remains,
“If the story is so beautiful,
Why must it begin so solemn?
Why must it begin in despair?”
And so in response, I ask this:
“Did Christ come make the good, better?
Did Christ come to make the clean, cleaner?
Did Christ come to make the proud, prouder?”
No.
Christ came to make the broken-hearted joyful.
Christ came to make the hopeless victorious.
Christ came to make the dumb speak, and the lame walk.
Christ completes the beautiful story.
Once upon a time,
There was a beautiful story.
It begins with hidden tears,
And it ends with Christ calming her fears.
“Christ came to make the hopeless victorious… Christ completes the beautiful story.” Sometimes one needs a reminder. Thank you.