It stood on ancient sanctial ground
a large stone building, safe and sound.
I entered in, quite unprepared,
to find the love that others shared,
for in that house, so cold and silent
I heard the words, 'Find Me -
I looked about and on the wall,
a cross of iron made the call.
'Find Me -
I was lost, what did it mean ?
Forgotten scriptures came to mind.
I knew then Who I had to find.
But how to find Him, where to look,
this Man Deliverer, whose life we took.
A priest appeared and stood by me
and on my knees then I could see
no priest, but in priestly guise
the Son, God offered in sacrifice.
'Find Me,' He said, there -
and I saw His love, humility and His grace.
But how ? But how? Then with a start,
I knew the way was through my heart.
From that time on I felt a glow,
the happiness that Christians know.
A life of darkness left behind,
A trust in Him that others find
the path from which to be aware
the love of God of which I share.
Roger Stapenhill
The Way