The Faces of Jesus
The shepherds whom the angels told,
of Jesus’ birth foretold of old,
made haste and found the humble place
and saw the Savior’s serene face.
One stormy night in a small boat
which sailors doubt would stay afloat,
the Savior found a resting place
and wore in sleep that serene face.
Upon a mount, the chosen three
beheld a scene that weakened knee.
And in that hallowed, sacred space,
they saw their Master’s shining face.
When merchants, of God’s Temple made,
a marketplace to ply their trade.
Jesus was wroth and did them chase
out of God’s house with a stern face.
And as He in the garden prayed,
in agony His body swayed.
The weight of sin from Adam’s race
sorrowed His heart, saddened His face.
When Jesus comes to take us home
we’ll rise with Him pass heaven’s dome,
as trophies of His saving grace
we will behold His smiling face.
Copyright © David Richmond | Year Posted 2024
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