“Lord teach me dear, to know Your Way, The pain You suffered all Your days, While this earth with love You save On us who doth with anger rave. Teach me O lord to understand The last of all the falls You’ve had Wile on Your way to Calvary Absolute sacrifice – just for me”. This prayed I, and went to sleep The Lord indeed doth promise keep; The following day revealed His pain My prayer was never said in vain. Next morning, I, the road did cross Surprisingly I had a toss A passing bike had brushed me past Into confusion was I cast. People gathered round to help Especially one – indeed a frien; They pulled me to my feet to see If I was alright within me. The name of Jesus cried my heart The very moment I had a start Then His peace just kept flowing on All scare and fright seemed to be gone. One person amongst the crowd To call Him friend I am so proud Gave me a drink I love so much His help to me my heart did touch. He took me to the hospital near, To cast away remaining fear – He thought I might be having still For the benefit of his mind – to see me well. “You’re alright”, explained the doctor Who no doubt was quite amused. “There’s not a scratch or wound to show me An accident you have been through”. My friend and I then went our ways Slowly I got out of my daze Of the event I had just been through Could it indeed really be true? I kept wondering what the plan Of God was, through my accident. Perhaps of goodness and of love And of His mercy from above? That night I thanked and praised His name And wondered about this sort of game – I had been through and didn’t know About the meaning on the score. Then the wisdom of the Spirit spoke All chains and barriers He broke His peace and love to me flowed on All through the night until the morn. The Holy Spirit spoke so well The joy I felt – its hard to tell The pain of His third fall I knew I’d like to share it all with you. Christ carried His cross on Good Friday And had three falls along the way Of shame and a Father’s abandonment For us – all His energy He spent. His whole body was bruised Him the people around abused “Crucify Him, Crucify Him”, they cried In His love they did not abide. Wine mixed with gall, He had to drink Little did they realize the link To the freedom they dreamt all through their lives Thinking the Saviour’s still to arrive. No one was willing to carry the weight; Simon of Cyrene was forced to take A share of the load our Lord bore on For you and for me and our sinful life run. Now my comparisons are here Given by the Spirit dear Of my accident and our Lord’s fall This indeed makes me feel so small. I fell down; our Lord did too All seemed to know me – Him none knew They pulled me up – He tried so hard Juice was I given – Him gall by a guard. Willingly someone helped me But Simon of Cyrene was forced to see The only way for him through the city Was to carry the cross – by fear or by pity. This makes me see His love for me “Cause the people around were all happy To see me on my feet again Without a scratch or sign of pain. But our Lord was far worse-off than me The sort of treatment He had scares me To see Him dead was their only plan And of all who belong to His heavenly clan. This proves to me no doubt, but that When you pray with your heart and trust The Lord will speak in different ways Within a moment or in days. Each event of your life will show How your life for God can grow If you will only ask Him to Reach out and prove Himself to You. Are you willing to undertake The road to the heavenly inheritance? Just tell Him, “O lead me on, I am all Yours, please sign me on”. Amanda D’costa 30th June 1996