If Jesus Came to My House
If Jesus came to my house, what would he think and say?
Would he feel at home here and decide that he would stay?
Would he know I loved him without a single word?
Could I ask him questions or would that be absurd?
Would he let me touch him and see the holes nails made?
Would I wilt from his touch when hands on me he’s laid?
Could he see my heart in the answers that I give?
Would he judge me harshly in the way that I have lived?
I know my savior loves me imperfect as I am.
I know that he would rescue me just like that little lamb.
So I hope someday he visits me, at the table we shall be.
For the Jesus I know and love has already set me free.
Written by,
Bonnie May
God bless you. Kathy
John
Georg
Love, Christine
be well and happy,
Kathy
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
This is a very inspiring poem, filled with enlightened questions to ponder.
Thanks for sharing your poem,
Jill
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.