I sat there. Cold; alone. The rain slithered down my face, intertwined with the salty tears I was sheading. My wet clothes clung to my body. I was left all alone. No one cared for me, no one wanted me; no one loved me.
Then, I saw a figure in the rain. He was standing there in the rain too; all alone. I looked up and noticed He was coming towards me. As He approached, i heard Him calling my name. I rose from the ground and started walking towards Him. Intrigued; entranced; mystified. Why would anyone be calling me?
Then, His arms were around me. He was holding me. Telling me everything would be alright. I looked up into His eyes. Not daring to believe Him. But as He spoke, He continued to hold me. I wasn't cold anymore. I wasn't alone. I was with Him. I slowly moved my lips to form his name.
'Jesus....'
