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Walking down agravel road,I met a man who hadmirrors in His eyes and words toexplain just what it was I saw inthere.And He had gifts in Hishands.He offered me sight.Heoffered me bread.He offered mewater.He offered mewater.Thankful, I gladlyindulged without a second thoughtas to who He rally was.Letras de cancionesHis roughhands and soft eyes,they feltlike home - a home I hadn't knownin years.And then I saw Himdead, hung up with nails forthings I had done.Petrified, Istood, eyes closed, humbled to thepoint of tears.It will bealright. He will walk again.Andthis time I will be there withHim, ever thankful. From Letras Mania