Portrait Of Jesus

Jesus is the Son of God

A blueprint for all men

A beam of light within the night

To bring the lost ships in.



He wasn’t known for gold and jewels

Nor did He strive for fame

But people came from miles away

When they would hear His name.



He wasn’t rich by any means

Not in the earthly way

But just the sound of his dear voice

Would brighten up the day.



His eyes were filled with holy light

As clear as crystal sea

Little children gathered round

To sit upon His knee.



His soul was draped in holiness

He had the faith of Job

A sense of healing came about

To all who touched His robe.



He didn’t walk in laced up shoes

His feet were often bare

One time a sinner washed them clean

And dried them with her hair.



His voice was not so debonair

But yet it told no lies

The wisdom that He did bring forth

Was honest, true and wise



His hands were not like hardened steel

But yet they held our fate

They bore the burdens of this world

How could He bear the weight?



His ears did hear the haunting cries

Of sickly, poor and weak

Even lepers came to Him

He urged them all to speak.



Jesus walked upon the earth

A gentle sort of guy

A portrait of the Son of God

Hangs up there in the sky.


Marilyn Ferguson
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