HIS PICTURE
His eyes followed me, Jesus’ picture on the wall,
I knelt to pray, it was hard to speak words at all,
For He was looking into my soul, I needed to repent,
Through that painting a loving message was sent.

I love you, said those kind eyes, feel of my caring,
His outstretched hands were warm and so inviting,
Trust me, said the smile captured in that calm face,
Oh, how I longed to feel of His powerful grace.

I folded my arms and bowed my humbled head
As now earnestly and with love my prayers I said,
As I repented of my sins, my heart did rejoice,
And for one moment I thought I heard His voice.

Welcome home child of mine, thou art clean,
The joy that filled me could on my face be seen,
I felt those eyes smile on me, helped me heal,
And those comforting, loving arms I could feel.

I slept like a sweet young child that night
No scary dreams or evil gave me any fright,
For I slept in the arms of my Master and friend,
Knowing he will be with me to the very end

M Ann Margetson January 27, 2002