The man was good. He was kind. He was jolly. He's not wealthy, but he's satisfied. Hopeful. Composed. Inspired.
He was once glorious and graceful, but those attributes just vanished as if a coin fell in the middle of a river. It was covered with water, clouded with sand, sunken deep.
He's not born stained, this world made him one. This world of doubt, hatred, mischief, self-centeredness, greed, envy, violence, and never ending disease. This dark unfair world. This world where the bad rejoices, the good suffers.
He used to be happy, but not anymore. He used to be motivated, but he's sluggish now. He used to be smart, but now he's confused. He used to inspire people, now he don't care at all. He used to believe, to hope, to love. He used to do all these things - but everything has changed. A normal happy life is what he longs for, but it seems that sorrow and pain are the norm of this generation. Tired and all out of faith, cold, broken - these are just understatements to describe him.
Out of the noise, he hears a still small voice saying, "I can still find and retrieve the coin in the riverbed. I can still come up with your old glory and grace. Trust me." Hesitant and frightened - he trust Him. His promises, His words, His love. He will be his light in this ever dark world. The man may be untitled, but the small voice has a name - Jesus.
-original composition by FJM