Little Jesus
Ageless flesh, Hopeless humanity
Worries and troubles grow weary and worn
Anxieties flourish in the depths of unknown
Yet all I see is your eyes
Selfish in manner I cling to my fear
Compassion wilts as
Spiritual yearning disappears
Yet I see your eyes staring at my own
I see Him there and I know
This is bigger than me
It's more than my reality
It's more than I see
Clearly,
Brilliantly,
Overwhelmingly deciphering
He is in you
No question of a doubt
I earnestly for the first time see
That Jesus is in you as He is in me
Little Jesus holds my hand
He is offering it silently
Comforting, peacefully
Meekly and mildly
I laugh
All the worlds we have passed
All the time,
Money we have spent and you are bring me peace
What an ironic matter of fact
Oh ageless flesh
Hopeless humanity
You've grown wretched and old in your wake
Jesus is always
Will always go beyond
Sacrifice of undeserved love
Jesus you are for all
A brother, a father, a husband, a friend
Jesus you are all
I saw Little Jesus
Looking at me one day
He held out his hand
And showed me the way
I was a naturally anxious person, but thanks to the Lord I am healed of that. Last year in September I was asked to go to India on a mission's trip, now knowing me I was ecstatic for the first few months until I realized that I was going to a diseased ridden country.
What a drama queen huh!
But that was my mentality, so for the next month I stressed about what diseases I would contract, my mind so far gone from the whole point of the trip. I found myself more concerned about what needles to have and what medicine to take.
D-day came and all I remember was praying… "God change me because I'm sick of who I am without you,"
… And you know what he did…
He broke me, molded me and started again..
I come back a different person.. All because of one little girl who, showed me Jesus.
And that how this poem was inspired