Some might say I exaggerate,

That I am prone to stretch the truth;

But this person I’m going to talk about,

I promise I met him in my youth.

He was a middle- aged man,

With the most unique pieces of attire.

Love and compassion were his garments,

Truth surrounded him like fire.

When he walked by my side,

He glowed like a bright light.

His words moved mountains,

He had authority and might.

This is how I came to know him,

It was a dark and dreary day.

I was so lonely,

My heart had nothing to say.

So I decided to end it all.

To make my life disappear.

I needed a way out,

I needed to escape my fear.

So… I let my mind wander,

I let myself hope to die.

That’s when he came into my room,

Took my heart before I could say goodbye.

He sat in front of me,

Like a father sits in front of a child.

He cradled me and caressed my soul,

While binding the demons in me that were unruly and wild.

I sat there in shock,

As his love surrounded me

This man was my hero,

He had set me free

Now I was free

My hero didn’t own a cape,

He didn’t have a secret identity.

My hero was the Son of God,

Born in obscurity.

His superpower was love,

Deeply rooted in truth.

Now that I’ve tasted of his goodness,

I desire his presence like a sweet tooth.

Faster than a speeding bullet,

Brilliant like a flash of light.

My hero is Jesus Christ,

He is filled with grace and might.

©Simone Holloway, 2015

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