His eyes cried though not a tear escaped,
His heart screamed, but his voice calm and steady.
He was tired, exhaustion ran through his body yet he travelled day and night and poured out more and more of himself.
His smiles are precious yet have has not yet left
--it holds still strong.
He preaches hope to those who are comfortable.
He thanks those, gratefully uplifting those who could do more.
His expectations are not placed in us, in beings, in organizations.
His expectations are drawn toward the God who many would blame.
His stature is small, yet his task is large.
He is but a man, but He believes in a God larger than circumstance.
"It was only when the water was troubled that there was healing."