HE LOOKS AT ME
I have a picture of Jesus and His eyes are bright,
It seems the artist caught the love light just right,
One hand is outstretched gently beckoning me
To come and follow him on the path to His glory.

Each time I kneel in prayer by the side of my bed
I know He is quietly listening to what is being said,
I can feel His love pouring out upon me as I pray
And He is aware of the things I think about and say.

Then as I climb into bed He smiles and looks at me
And I know I will be safe and my sleep trouble free,
His watchfulness never fails, the painting tells me that,
I keep that image deep in my heart as I work and chat.

I have another painting of Jesus holding a little lamb,
Reminding me He is my shepherd, and I surely am
Loved by Him and protected, in His tender care
And I know that He, for me, will always be there.

Then I realized, although my paintings are lovely
I do not ever really need those pictures to see,
To tell me that My Master and friend will always be
Close as I will let Him be, He is there for me.

I do like my Jesus pictures, the way He looks at me,
They help me realized how close He can ever be.
Just like the paintings that are on my table and wall,
He will guide and direct me so I can overcome all.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson June 21, 2002