Whatever He looked like,
and we aren’t told,
not special, ordinary;
but she paused, almost
sighing,
“He must have had
beautiful eyes”
Eyes to be drunk in,
along with his message
of equality, of love
Warm gentle eyes, of our
Savior,
looking tenderly into your
soul
our young bachelor servant
king
Eyes of the one with
so many women followers
in a time when women weren’t
seen
or heard in the gate, the
marketplace,
Revealing himself to them
alone
in shimmering light
Planting himself in
their good, fertile soil
enraptured, sitting at his
feet
Longing to be with him
wanting to drink in
the warm eyes of Jesus
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Edited
August 1, 2013
“Jesus’s
Eyes – v3”
Edited
August 9, 2012
“Jesus’
Eyes – v2”
2/13/06
13:33
“Jesus’
Eyes”
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