Please! Please tell me a story,
One I can believe, one I can believe in.
There is truth inside of me waiting to be told
And the only way to tell it is to say it bold.
I’ll tell you a dream instead because dreams don’t pull any punches.
Dreamed I was Jesus for a day;
There was a play and we were asked if we wanted to be the enemy or the saviour.
I picked the saviour, of course.
But it was cold on the battle field and I wanted to crawl under the covers.
There was a sick boy there, though, and he needed to be comforted
And since I was role-playing Jesus I sat beside him and pulled the covers up to his chin.
I smoothed them over his shivering body
it was easy
To put the child’s needs before my own.
Not easy to bear the sound of a broken rooster.
My heart broke because outside the boy’s window, a rooster was tied with a rope around one leg so he couldn’t wander.
He had lost the will to crow and made sounds like a whimpering puppy.
It was heart wrenching when I, who was role-playing Jesus, realized all I could do was pray.