Walking with Jesus by Raymond A. Foss
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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