Jesus of Galilee
I walked one day where Jesus trod
In a village along the shore
I stood upon a sloping hill
Where he preached to five thousand or more
I ventured out onto the sea
Where Peter and John plied their trade
With mine own eyes I saw the place
Where Jesus taught and disciples made
I viewed the hills panoramic
Stoic, stately, still, and compact
From this backdrop He gave meaning
To faith, hope, and love so abstract
I recalled Peter and the others
When a fierce wind they had to face
Then came Jesus on the water
Extending His hand of saving grace
I thought of how much in common,
Though it’s been two thousand years
We have with those who lived in that day
How Jesus still can calm our fears
Jesus did not consider great
Those holding power in their hand
But had respect and compassion
For the weary who worked the land.
I was there with many travelers
In their tears I discovered a clue
In each was a burdensome story
We had only told to a few
Copyright © Brent Cloyd | Year Posted 2014
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