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Be Jesus to Me
Be Jesus to me.
He touched the dirty,
loved the unlovable,
he ate with sinners,
brought God to their midst.
Be Jesus to me.
He brought forgiveness,
not harsh condemnation.
He did not avoid
the world's cast-aways,
the tax collectors, prostitutes,
adulterers and murderers,
thieves, terrorists and all those whom
the just had thrown away.
Be Jesus to me.
But I only see
your harsh protests,
conservative laws,
talking past me
or behind my back;
complaints, not love -
and you don't talk to me.
I am waiting
for a kind word,
a shoulder to lean on,
a listening ear
to pour out my heart
     - my aching heart
and lift me from the dark.
But no one listens,
and no one cares,
no one brings God
into my night.
Instead, you throw stones
     - complaints, condemnation, unkindness, hate
that press me deeper into the mud.
Why can't you be Jesus to me?
Be Jesus to me.
Be my friend though I'm a sinner,
love me with all my mistakes,
hear my story
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The Alabastor Jar

Body and Jar, both broken in love,
Gratitude poured out, on the One from above,
The lingering fragrance, still clings to the Son,
As He dies for the sins, of all those who shun,
For the sinners He suffers, and bleeds all alone,
Their chance at freedom, imbued in cologne,

A gift from the broken, when she was set free,
Was the only comfort for Christ, when He died
for you and me..
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I am afraid of those I love,
For those who know me best
Have seen the most.
The root from which I spring
The rot from whence it came
A fertilizer of life that made the difference

Every tear that never lived is full
Nothing wasted or needlessly spent
No moment left unheeded
Where the closet is not real
The walls are all laid down
And all is the expanse of your heaven

Now it blossoms where guilt is forgotten

But I sleep through diligence
As if ignorance is still bliss
Hoping slumber makes it all not exist.
I am the arrogance of Cephas
The absence of your Beloved
A sacrifice of James

The stillness bears a scent of pain

But you love me best
Who knows me most
And quiet brings what praise
From me can never touch
A sweet and subtle midnight bloom
That covers the brokenness beneath it.


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Bernardumaine Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2017  Professional Traditional Artist
Thanks for the Devwatch !
NatureChick Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2017  Hobbyist
Thank you for the fav! Glad you liked it 😊