Redeemer

Take a breath and open your eyes.
Are you ready for goodbyes?
Or have you lost the precious sight
that guides your footsteps in the night?
The neon glows out on the street
where there's a homeless man to meet.
He knows your name and sees your crime,
and is not asking for a dime.
He'll lead you to graveyard hollow,
show to you the time you borrow,
and if you see his bleeding tears
you'll gain the wisdom of his years.
Then with the rising of the sun,
you'll understand what he has done...
that from the terror of the shade
the purchase for your soul was made.
The stranger then will doff his guise
when wretchedness inside you dies.
His fingers strong and gentle yet
Touch chains that round your heart are set
and send them melting to the ground,
As coils of your skin unbound.
And standing there with barest soul
you leap into the ocean's bowl
to clean away transgression's years,
the salty brine there in your tears.
And only when you come to stand
In the sunshine's tamed land,
Then simply knowing who you are
Will lead to Master's distant star.
The trail is wrought with thorn and briar
But do not fear the way is dire.
For now you have Creator's light
to guide you in the wand'ring fight.