I saw Jesus last week.
He was wearing blue jeans and an old shirt.
He was up at the church building;
He was alone and working hard.
For just a minute he looked a little like one of our members.
But it was Jesus . . . I could tell by his smile.
I saw Jesus last Sunday.
He was teaching a Bible class.
He didn't talk real loud or use long words,
But you could tell he believed what he said.
For just a minute, he looked like my Bible teacher.
But it was Jesus . . . I could tell by his loving voice.
I saw Jesus yesterday.
He was at the hospital visiting a friend who was sick.
They prayed together quietly.
For just a minute he looked like Brother Jones.
But it was Jesus... I could tell by the tears in his eyes.
I saw Jesus this morning.
He was in my kitchen making my breakfast
and fixing me a special lunch.
For just a minute he looked like my mom.
But it was Jesus... I could feel the love from his heart.
I see Jesus everywhere,
Taking food to the sick ...
Welcoming others to his home, Being friendly to a newcomer ...
& for just a minute, I think he's someone I know.
But it's always Jesus... I can tell by the way he serves.
Written by Summer Waters at age 11
Sent via my BlackBerry from Vodacom - let your email find you!
He was wearing blue jeans and an old shirt.
He was up at the church building;
He was alone and working hard.
For just a minute he looked a little like one of our members.
But it was Jesus . . . I could tell by his smile.
I saw Jesus last Sunday.
He was teaching a Bible class.
He didn't talk real loud or use long words,
But you could tell he believed what he said.
For just a minute, he looked like my Bible teacher.
But it was Jesus . . . I could tell by his loving voice.
I saw Jesus yesterday.
He was at the hospital visiting a friend who was sick.
They prayed together quietly.
For just a minute he looked like Brother Jones.
But it was Jesus... I could tell by the tears in his eyes.
I saw Jesus this morning.
He was in my kitchen making my breakfast
and fixing me a special lunch.
For just a minute he looked like my mom.
But it was Jesus... I could feel the love from his heart.
I see Jesus everywhere,
Taking food to the sick ...
Welcoming others to his home, Being friendly to a newcomer ...
& for just a minute, I think he's someone I know.
But it's always Jesus... I can tell by the way he serves.
Written by Summer Waters at age 11
Sent via my BlackBerry from Vodacom - let your email find you!
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