Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. I love that name. I really, really love that name. It is high and lifted up. Above all else, and is the source of all I do, say and think. He is the person I wake up for every morning, the person I seek first before I do anything at all. He is the most important thing I will ever consider and my very best thought each day. You are the Great I Am, the wonderful, mighty prince of peace, the Councilor and the delight of my soul. My home, and you have made your home in me. My Lover, My Father, My Helper, My friend, My love, my Authority, My peace. You sanctify me, you lift me up when I am weak, you are strength, you are the Source of all things good in my life. You are joy. You are love. You are wisdom, might, and power. You lead, you guide, you direct and you discipline, all this and more I accept from your hand. You are, you always will be, you always have been. In you there is no darkness. In you there all comfort. In you my hope is found. In you I rest. You are my resting place. You are my streams of life, my water and my food. Without you I am homeless, Fatherless, and without anything of real value. To you I am thankful. To you I owe it all. In you is freedom, grace, and forgiveness. In you is life. Abundant life. Everlasting Life. Breath. Holy Spirit blow over me! Baby Jesus, Strong and Mighty King, I bow low in the presence of the One. Nothing can snatch me from your hands. You freed me from death, and fear of death. One small child, a baby born to die. Raised to life, and now, is the victorious raining King, the Great High Priest who ever intercedes on my behalf. Who lives and breaths to make me more like Him. Who breaths His life into me, and makes me walk when I cannot stand and makes me run, when I cannot move. You are miraculous . In one tiny baby hand is the grace that saved the world, and in the other tiny baby hand is death, life and resurrection. Little chubby baby feet that would walk the streets of dust, and death, now walk the streets of peals, rubies and gold. All day long the angels surround and sing, “Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God almighty who reigns!!!” The ALPHA, the OMEGA, my beginning, and my end. How I long to gaze into your eyes if only for a moment. Your beauty is indescribable, your glory, who can fathom? The soft kindness in your voice saying, “You are my child, remain in me…” And then you speak words of love to a crowd who spit on you sweet baby Jesus. A gorgeous, perfect child, born to be spit upon, for the sake of MY SIN. Yes Lord, what can I say but thank you. Face down in the dust I long to kiss your beautiful feet. Can I catch a glimpse of you? Just one small look? To hold me till I get to be with you for eternity. Here is my glimpse… As a mother looks into the face of a new born child, and stares into eyes full of wonder? That is my glimpse. The beauty that overwhelms the freshness of the new little life a Mother holds…you create life, you give life, you gave your life. If only I could wash your feet with my tears. I couldn’t’ bare to look in your eyes, but you tell me too! You say, “Daughter! Arise! Look at me! Fix your eyes on Jesus.” Jesus , Jesus, you’re the answer to all I’m searching for. If only I could find words to accurately describe my love for you, one day I prayed, “Oh Lord! Won’t you let me love you more?” and you did. And you did. Thank you.
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