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My Jesus

I picture him standing there
He is the carpenter’s son
His muscles gleam and ripple
From all the work he’s done
His hair is short and wild from wind
His beard is full and thick
He stands upon a rock, his work, it has now changed
Instead of shaping wood, he now saves and heals the sick
A perfect man he stands before us
What we all aught to be
He is Jesus, Lord, Savior
And the master of eternity

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  • AngelBellerose gold member
    March 27

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    the words flow in lovely inner rhyme. your sentiments of Jesus and your saviour are beautiful thank you for entering. God Bless you Angel


  • ourgirlFriday
    March 23

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    Good point...very good point. He did leave carpentry to do His Father's work. I wonder what mine will be...
    Good job!


  • Naughtygrlred
    February 5
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    nice