Hearing his call,
speaking directly to me
the love in his warm eyes
they mean the world to me
Walking with Jesus
by the shore of Galilee
leaving my life, my home
to walk the lands with him
Looking at my hands
the callous from the nets
my hands softening
as I left the shore, the sea
The dust chokes my throat
the roads a blur
finding the crowds shouting
to get close to our Lord
Seeing his touch of the sick
healing in his words, his eyes
their faith trembling
feeling the love he shared
His word bringing comfort
changing people to their core
walking from town to town
the shore, the roads, the cities
to the city of Jerusalem
Teaching along the way
our group and the crowds as well
the dust, the grit of the road heavy
grime layered on our clothes and sandals
carried everywhere we went
January 16, 2010
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