Never Too Late

He's a lost and lonely child,
Stumbling and wandering in a a dark, cold world,
He trips and falls, and his strength grows weak,
The strength he once relied on,
The might which he would boast upon,
   Now leaves him, broken and weak

She's alone and desolate,
The beauty by which she was once admired,
Has vanished like a fleeting cloud,
Her prized looks, by which the world once deemed her "beautiful,"
   Now leaves her, broken and weak

They call out, call into the darkness,
Stumbling, tripping, yet still their cries are heard,
They come to a path, leading to a ray of light at the end,
Quickly they run, their spirits lifted by the hope of light,
They come to a door, shining into the darkness,
The words "knock and it shall be opened," written across the top,


Fiercely they pound, yet their cries are heard above the knocking,
The door opens and a kind-looking man stands in its wake,
"What is it, my children?" His words flow like warm honey, or a cool breeze,
"Help us," they cry, "save us, our strength is gone!"
"Come in," he replies, "come and be filled with my strength and my power,"
"Come and experience my grace, the love I give, and the wonder of my power,"
"For I am close to the brokenhearted, I save those who are crushed in spirit,"

Then, kneeling down, he took the hand of the boy and said,
"be comforted, for my name is like a strong tower and my strength is made perfect in your weakness, do not lose heart, be strong in me,"

He then turned to the young girl who thought her beauty was gone and said,
"Child, why do you despair? Man may look at the outside, but I look at he heart and a gentle spirit is never fading in beauty.  I created you and nothing that I created can be ugly for I am a perfect God and my love for you will never fade."

Then he stood and invited them in, guiding them out of the darkness and into his eternal light...