A young man had the strangest dream
He saw the end of the longest road
He came upon the strangest scene
Three bearded men and they were old
He asked them, “Sirs what is this place?”
“And why do you stand in this plain?”
Their wrinkled faces each lit up
One had a smile, two stretched with pain
The first man turned and bowed his head
“Young man, prepare to hear my tale.”
My time has come soon I’ll be dead
And after all I’ve tried, I’ve failed”
“My trust was in my deeds, my son
Obey, do well and I’ll be fine
Alas now all is said and done
“See this is where my saviour lies”
He pointed to an earthen mound
His sadness felt with every sigh
He spoke, his voice a mourning sound
“Sir, this is where my saviour lies”.
The second man began to weep
“I was a merchant in the west”
I worshiped when I could, you see
I saved a fortune, loved the best
I really thought my wealth would lend
A comfort from the storms of life
Security beyond the end
I could not even keep my wife
And then the bank called in its loans
The market crashed I nearly died
And now I stand here all alone
And this is where my saviour lies
The young man said, “Oh my heart bleeds’
Your stories truly tales of woe”
Its seems you both have missed your need
I’m not sure what that is you know”
Your troubles hurt the heart, it’s true
There’s one thing though that puzzles me
The graves you show are only two
Yet here you stand as men all three
The third man turned and gently smiled
“I’m not proud of my life my friend”
The things I stole, the many lies
My wickedness it had to end
Then someone said, “Friend, come and see.”
He told me of a loving Lord
His life a ransom paid for me
For treasures I could not afford
Such love I can’t conceive, but still
I put my faith in Christ that day
See that small tomb, beyond that hill
Well that was where my Saviour lay
The young man stood his mind awash
With great regrets and shattered dreams
He tried to speak so this would pass
But still the thoughts came flooding in
He saw that through the storms life sends
And when at deaths door he would stand
All other things would fail him then
His only hope the Saviours hand
“But sir”, he asked the smiling man
“You said that’s where your Saviour lay?”
They’ve moved his body from this land?
Then tell me where it is today?
The old man smiled and touched his breast
“My saviour lives He rose again”
I pray that He will give you rest
From all your labours and your chains”
The man awoke and sat in bed
Soft sunlight filtered through the drapes
These conversations in his head
Aware of his most hopeless state
He fell upon his knees that day
And sobbed as he poured out his heart
“Forgive me Lord he softly prayed.”
I don’t deserve another start
For Lord I’ve trusted in myself
I looked with eyes yet did not see
I didn’t know my only help
Was standing here in front of me
He stood his hand upon his breast
His tears still streaming, eyes ablaze
“I know my saviour lives oh yes
For this is where my Saviour stays”
He saw the end of the longest road
He came upon the strangest scene
Three bearded men and they were old
He asked them, “Sirs what is this place?”
“And why do you stand in this plain?”
Their wrinkled faces each lit up
One had a smile, two stretched with pain
The first man turned and bowed his head
“Young man, prepare to hear my tale.”
My time has come soon I’ll be dead
And after all I’ve tried, I’ve failed”
“My trust was in my deeds, my son
Obey, do well and I’ll be fine
Alas now all is said and done
“See this is where my saviour lies”
He pointed to an earthen mound
His sadness felt with every sigh
He spoke, his voice a mourning sound
“Sir, this is where my saviour lies”.
The second man began to weep
“I was a merchant in the west”
I worshiped when I could, you see
I saved a fortune, loved the best
I really thought my wealth would lend
A comfort from the storms of life
Security beyond the end
I could not even keep my wife
And then the bank called in its loans
The market crashed I nearly died
And now I stand here all alone
And this is where my saviour lies
The young man said, “Oh my heart bleeds’
Your stories truly tales of woe”
Its seems you both have missed your need
I’m not sure what that is you know”
Your troubles hurt the heart, it’s true
There’s one thing though that puzzles me
The graves you show are only two
Yet here you stand as men all three
The third man turned and gently smiled
“I’m not proud of my life my friend”
The things I stole, the many lies
My wickedness it had to end
Then someone said, “Friend, come and see.”
He told me of a loving Lord
His life a ransom paid for me
For treasures I could not afford
Such love I can’t conceive, but still
I put my faith in Christ that day
See that small tomb, beyond that hill
Well that was where my Saviour lay
The young man stood his mind awash
With great regrets and shattered dreams
He tried to speak so this would pass
But still the thoughts came flooding in
He saw that through the storms life sends
And when at deaths door he would stand
All other things would fail him then
His only hope the Saviours hand
“But sir”, he asked the smiling man
“You said that’s where your Saviour lay?”
They’ve moved his body from this land?
Then tell me where it is today?
The old man smiled and touched his breast
“My saviour lives He rose again”
I pray that He will give you rest
From all your labours and your chains”
The man awoke and sat in bed
Soft sunlight filtered through the drapes
These conversations in his head
Aware of his most hopeless state
He fell upon his knees that day
And sobbed as he poured out his heart
“Forgive me Lord he softly prayed.”
I don’t deserve another start
For Lord I’ve trusted in myself
I looked with eyes yet did not see
I didn’t know my only help
Was standing here in front of me
He stood his hand upon his breast
His tears still streaming, eyes ablaze
“I know my saviour lives oh yes
For this is where my Saviour stays”
