It was Written In The Wind
That upon the day
I look into his eyes
Mine will drown in tears
And know not why.

He was a Prince
To some they say,
He was thought to be
What he was not
By others.

He would lay His hands
Upon the lame
Walk they shall
In directions unknown
Like lost children, in a crowd.

He would spit,
Into the eyes of the blind
See they shall
A world had to hide
Finding the truth, within His eyes.

Some witness ten lepers
Cured
With words merely uttered,
Of the ten, only one returned
To thank Him
He thought a Brother.

Breathe He will
Nourishment of life
Into the nostrils, of a friend
With just words, Resurrect He will
With faith
From Three days dead.

While on a journey
I hear people praising
Him
They would say,
Sit and rest a while
Stay, He's on His way.

I sat near my mule,
Along the road
He walked by me
His shadow cast upon mine.

I looked in His direction
And deep into his eyes
I began to Cry
Till This day, I know not why.

By William Bonilla
2/21/04