I Saw Jesus
Yes, I saw Jesus today, walking close beside someone,
Their clothes looked tatty, their hair dishevelled — the kind some shun.
He was smiling and chatting, offering a helping hand,
Taking an interest in them — while for others — His eyes scanned.
I saw my Saviour today, He was comforting someone,
Someone with tears in their eyes, that had far from just begun.
He had His arm around them, and had tears in His eyes too,
And I’m sure I heard Him say, “I understand, I’ve been hurt too.”
Yes, I saw Jesus today, carrying a bag or two,
They were laden down with food, other necessities too.
He approached a run-down house, clutching His wallet as well,
And I saw Him empty it, before He rang the door bell.
I saw my Saviour today, wounded sparrow in His hand,
It was holding up a wing, damaged as it tried to land.
There was sadness on His face, as He held it delicately,
And I saw Him take it home, tending it most lovingly.
Yes, I saw Jesus today, in a smile that came my way,
In words of encouragement, some kindly soul sought to say.
In a gentle touch, a warm embrace, in a little gift,
That acted like healing balm, saw my sagging spirits lift.
I saw my Saviour today, dicing with death and a bus,
Attempting to save someone — such, reminding me of us.
I thought of how we wander from the straight and narrow way,
And how Christ tries to save us, from forces that seek to slay.
Yes, I saw Jesus today, helping, caring, saving too,
Working via humanity — for such, He’s chosen to do.
That way, we become like Him — a reflection — Christ on view,
Thus, was it Jesus I saw, lovingly working through you?
