Looking For Jesus

“For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.”

1 Corinthians 13:12

This poem just kind of came to me..maybe not the most well-written, but full of emotion and thought.  This isn’t one I’d normally share, but something is telling me to do it anyway.  This poem is not about me, but someone else.  I don’t know who.  A person came to my mind whose life is a mess and they’re broken.  Whoever this person is, I don’t  know..maybe you know, or maybe this is for you.


Father, how is it that you can love me?  I’ve disobeyed, rebelled, ran-a-way, and cheated you so many times.  My heart is heavy, and I’ve found nothing that can dull the throbbing pain.  I’ve tried just about everything…what about you?

Today I threw away my wicked devices, because it seemed they just weren’t helping.  I wadded up all of my old dark poetry, and set it aflame.  Where is my help?  My heart, it aches, and nothing seems to soothe it…what about you?

Last week I heard two women talking, and I overheard your name.  At first I tried so hard not to eavesdrop, but it was much too difficult for me not to hear.  One of them said, “My help comes from the Lord!”

I’ve thought about it all week long, and mulled it around in my mind.  I counted all of the things I have reached for, and they were so many, I couldn’t decide.  I am burdened by this yoke of bondage, nothing thus far has worked; what about you?

So here I am, it’s just us alone.  The night is dark, the air is cold, and Lord, I’m so empty.  Can I ask you anything, I mean, is it alright?  I don’t know much about you, Jesus, except for your name and you’re more than a great guy; what about you and me?

I heard of a man who was blind and could see; and a leper who was made normal at your touch.  In so many ways, Lord, I’m that leper…I’m that blind man…I’m the woman with the issue of blood…open my eyes, heal my wounds, and please, stop my heart from bleeding.

A man once said you bled for me…if that’s true, oh Lord, I’m so broken, can you put me back together as one?  I don’t want to live in misery!  Jesus, come into my heart, take all of me, I’ll be yours.  I can’t fix me, only you can.

I gazed into the mirror; I swore I saw the little girl I used to be, except when I noticed your face next to mine,  I realized it was never about me to begin with…it was all about you from the moment I was conceived.

Jesus…what about you?


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This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24

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