Jesus Reserved For Sunday
The bread and the wine held me in captivity
When I was young
Caused many tears,
Caused grief
My love for Jesus was so intense.
This intensity for Jesus has never ceased.
It comes out in a different way now,
In other settings,
In my job
Whereas when I was young
I reserved Jesus for Sunday,
inside one building, for I thought he was there
and only there.
Now I know it is safe to
believe in Him everywhere.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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