Jesus came
to me today In the most peculiar way.
It was in
the fruit aisle, by the pears, I never
thought I’d see him there.
But I was
busy and almost missed That
elderly woman with the shopping list.
She seemed
confused, and oh so small And couldn’t
push that cart at all.
She hit the skid
of summer fruit Then almost took out a
man in a suit,
She bounced
the cart to avoid a child, she stopped,
and then she suddenly smiled.
I laughed
out loud, and she looked at me And
she laughed too, which made me see
Her hands were
shaky, but her eyes weren’t dim, Because
her joy was right from Him.
I forgot
that those who carry years Who’ve
overcome their youthful fears,
Those fears
of losing beauty and youth, They
are the ones who know the truth.
They’re not
to be forgotten or ignored, But
relished and loved, as children of the Lord.
So when I
slow and limp and blink, when my
eyes are weak and my mind slow to think,
I hope that
someone sees Jesus in me, When I run into
them…only figuratively.
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