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I See Jesus

Sometimes people ask me when it was that I first rightly knew
that a Savior stands beside me, and knows me through and through.
I can't tell them of a certain time, one sure moment, or firm scene
Because God's been so good to me, I see his Son in everything

I see Jesus in my Mother's smile as she makes friends at the store
I see Jesus in the starfish when I walk along the shore
See, my mother follows Jesus when she's kind to strangers and to friends
And the creatures on this planet made by him, their breath he lends

I see Jesus in my father, his hands work with tools and wood
I see Jesus in my students, when a concept they've finally understood
You See, Jesus was a carpenter too, and he continues to shape and build
And He's the master teacher, and with each thing I learn, He's thrilled

I see Jesus in my brothers, when we talk, they lend an ear
I see Jesus in his prophet, for He is God's chosen seer
Jesus is my brother too, my troubles he always hears
And his prophet's words are his words, he guides us through our fears

I see Jesus in my husband, when he comforts me midst pain
I see Jesus in my child, when he giggles at the rain
Jesus' love is all around me, for when any soul is kind
or compassionate, or grateful, His presence I do find.

When we choose to follow Jesus with our heart and with our deeds
He will work in us to foster faith and fill one another's needs.



Day #315

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