Recognizing Jesus

Do you know Jesus when you see him?






The Stranger

You're still a stranger;
Wandering through the wilderness.
Still rejected, passed by on the street,
Starving, hungry, naked, and cold,
Pleading for a cup of cold water;
Dying all alone.

No longer mistaken
For the rebel You truly are.
You would still be tearing up temples,
Scattering the money of fools,
Scandalizing righteous pretenders,
Breaking ll the rules.

No longer blinded.
In the light I see who You really are.
Never doing what is expected,
Far beyond the frame of my mind.
Caring for the poor and neglected,
Washing the feet of the beggar on the street,
While the rich men make believe You'll never come.

--- Michael Card (1957 - )


In peace,
The Rev. Linda McCloud
Pastor
The Episcopal Church of Our Savior at Honey Creek
http://www.oursaviorhoneycreek.org/
http://oursaviorhoneycreek.blogspot.com/
912-267-0333