I have a picture of Jesus
(Sometimes in His eyes I gaze.)
From it I can "visualize"
Creation through thin haze.
Where all souls are connected;
Each inside His heart…
With a sense of belonging,
Which those eyes impart!
I can "see" the faces
Of the ones I love,
(Even those I'm angry with)
Plus Angels up above.
It's sort of like a tapestry
Woven with great care-
From strands of tenderness
("Genealogy" we share.)
Then I think about His Gift;
That day on Calvary…
When He shed His blood for us
And died to set us FREE!
~penned by lynn foust
