If We Were To Meet Jesus
If I
Were to Meet Jesus
If I would meet Jesus, in a park,
him sleeping on the ground.
Would I gladly give up my bed,
thinking to turn his life around.
If I met Jesus, walking a road,
worn out sandals on his feet.
Would I offer him my only pair,
walk with him on my bare feet.
If I were to meet Jesus on the street,
hungry, dressed in ragged clothes.
Would I give him clothes, feed him,
are pass him sticking up my nose.
Would I do like his disciples did,
pretend I don't know this man.
Are walk with him down any street,
and holding Jesus by the hand.
Author
Walt Chapman
Sept./ 6 / 2004
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