I Lost Jesus

>For those of you who do not know me, I have to write as those words come to me. Otherwise they seem to float away and not return. That's all I can say. I lost Jesus. I never made it to bed tonight. Brain told me I had to write. Perhaps to make peace alright. As I’d lost Jesus yes that’s right. Was on a crucifix He was. Crucified as was what He was. When I looked at it one night, my crucifix did not look right. As I’d lost Jesus yes that’s right. I searched for his figure everywhere. If my hair was not so short, I’d pull it out in despair. But as I could not, felt such a clot. As I’d lost Jesus, I kid you not. The other day, my heart did glow. My health had so improved. You know. As I stared at that bare cross. Jesus had not lost me. No He had not. My heart, then felt alive. I really had nothing to hide. You see Jesus is alive. And that their cross will now thrive. I’ll wear it proud around my neck. Complete with holes. You can bet. As He rose high to Calvary, I thank God, Jesus did not forget me. And that is all I was called to write as Easter is soon to be upon us. I hope you do not mind me sharing whatever it was that caused my pen to write, as it did. I shall try and print exactly what I wrote, so any errors I guess they are my misinterpretation. Happy Easter everyone when it comes. Jesus is not on my crucifix. And the best thing is, I have not lost Him. Stanley (The mad Author)<