“Just a moment,
Just a moment please.”
A boy whispers, on busy street corner
To loud and toiling world around

A woman stops, for but a moment and
Wishes to say more
But with dismal glance away, she shrugs
“I’m sorry.” and keeps walking

Again, he tries another
“Just a moment sir,”
To busy man, with things to do
On way to important meeting

“I have no time.” He says in a rush
Putting up his hand as if to hush
The boy, and pleading eminating from
His kind and weary eyes

Again, another perhaps
This will be the one
A child, walking by
Holding mothers hand

“A moment,”
He asks,
Eager for reply
As child looks, and meets his eye

The two smile a second as
Time seems to stop
Eyes held, in contentment
Gazing into one another

“Come on.” Mother pulls
And yanks young girl away
Off on some busy trip
Away from boy, her friend never met

But felt there in that gaze

Then we see, after the people
Keep on passing by
The truth, of the boy
Not a boy at all

While seemingly clad, in tired rags
We see, a peculiar, mystery
The boy, the man in fact is
More than he appears

Mighty, holy
Powerful
Held in human form
Kind, gracious, compassionate

Loving, and just forever

For boy, is no boy at all
But Spirit, holy
But Creator, loving
Asking us, for but a moment

To lavish His love upon us

For us to stop, in busy days
For but a second, and to see
As girl saw, in those eyes
Something, too wonderful to describe

Yet therein, lies
A peculiar, miraculous peace
Mingled with courage, love
And jealousy

Beauty and terror alike

The boy, boy no longer but
Man, fully grown
Hands pierced with nails
Head, bearing thorns

Walking off, towards calvary
There, on the busy street corner as
None see, nor care to notice
Condemned man, as He really is

But merely scoff, and laugh or even
Do not see Him at all
For busy-ness, and focus on
All the world around Him

But this Man, keeps on walking
Whether world acknowledges Him or not
Towards His task, His Father’s will
Full of pain, and suffering and yet

Peculiar, brutal beauty
Of tale of jealousy, of love
Mingled with passion, and justice
Wrath and mercy alike

That culminated, there on that tree where
Jesus paid, the price for me
For world, and us too busy to
Even know His name

Us, too blind in sin to
Even see His face
Us, too lost in anger and rebellion to
Even care to know His name

He still died, there He hung
For us, for me
That we might go free, and be
His, and His alone

Redemption laid,
Upon a tree
Our debt paid
By Him we owed

Our futures made alive in Him
Who died, so we could live
Free, from sin and death and
Free, to live for Him

Him who is so wonderful, so beautiful
So matchless, forevermore
To Him, dead no longer but
Risen, from tomb to heaven where

He sits enthroned, on praises and
Remains, at the right hand of the Father
Praying for us,
Interceding for us

Us, the once fallen
Now given life, in His blood
Us, so loved
Us, so desired

Us, so lost without Him
He waits for us to come
To Him, and find
All we could ever need

In Him, the crucified
The Risen, Redeemer
The loving God, the jealous Lover the
Just, and passionate Judge

Both beautiful and terrible
Perfect in wrath,
And mercy alike
So good, and so wonderful

May we praise Him,
And His great name
Now and, forevermore!
Him who is so merciful and

Him who is so good!

But may we not forget
That boy, on street corner
That Man, that Savior
Who made Himself available and

Redeemed us from our sins
May we not, leave Him on the cross
Nor let Him lie, in the grave
But remember, Him the living God

Our victorious King

And too, the loving Father
Who sent His Son, to die for us
Who beckons, by His Holy Spirit, that we
Come, for but a moment and

Many more, for all eternity in fact and
Come and spend, time with Him
Him who never fails
Who loves us so, who gave Himself

Who loves us as a Father and
Who adopted us, as His own
And who too, is within us
Burning, like fire to

Give us grace, and utterance to
Worship Him, in His strength and
Pursue Him, in our weakness
To follow Him, to lead us to Him

The three in One, the everlasting
Who calls to us, out of heaven and eternity
That we come, and spend a moment
With Him, in His Word

Making ourselves available
Open, to hear His words and
Even hear Him speak
That we may be, more like Him and

Know, His love for us and
Even more than this,
There, in the secret place
So run to Him, keep Him not waiting

Run to Him, for He is enough!