The Walk

I walked along a city street,

My head bowed down

With sorrow and with care.

Then I heard a voice

That spoke my name.

I turned and saw a man,

A man I knew

But could not place.

He asked me why

I walked thus sorrowing.

Then to him I unburdened

My heart and soul,

And thought it no unusual

To tell Him my deepest cares.

We stopped before a church

Where I had thought

To stop and pray.

He spoke again

Comforting me and giving joy.

Then I looked again more closely,

And what I saw

Made me half afraid

And gave me great joy;

For the Man

Who walked with me

Was Christ, my King and Lord.