HIS EYES ARE WHAT I REMEMBER
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1. There was a child who came my way, he had a sweet, sad smile.
A comely lad with callused hands, we sat and talked awhile.
He didn’t talk about himself or of the games he played,
instead he asked me who I was and what I did each day.
CH: My soul grew strangely quiet, my heart was filled with peace.
What child was this who knew me so; whose words brought strange release?
His eyes were filled with laughter and sadness now and then.
His eyes are what I remembered and longed to see again.
2. I heard one day about a man who claimed to be God’s Son.
Our elders said that he must die for what he’d said and done.
I stood among the jeering crowd as soldiers forced him on;
two thieves and the false messiah, being driven through the dawn.
My God! The eyes! They are the same!
What have my people done!
He looks at me and through our tears forgives the thing I’ve done.
CH. My soul grew strangely quiet; my heart was filled with peace.
The Savior knew me as I was and granted sweet release.
His eyes showed forth compassion and cleansing for all men.
His eyes are what I remember and long to see again.
c. Donna Swanson
from Splinters of Light
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I noticed especially the compassion of Jesus in this line, "He looks at me and through our tears forgives the thing I've done." That's the Jesus I love, the one who shares my tears!
Connie
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