My Jesus

My Jesus

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

People ask me if I've ever been in love,

I tell them I'm in love with a man who bears scars on His hands.

I tell them that the life He lived was anything but bland

He healed the sick,

Always knew when the Pharisees tried to trick Him.

He used discretion, redirected them with questions.

He gave sight to the blind,

Turned water into wine.

I imagine His eyes shined with grace.

His face glowed with love to those who were the lowest,

Those who were at their weakest

And yet He still managed to be the meekest of them all

Calling the least of these.

He makes me weak at the knees.

And it's impossible for me not to fall on my knees in prayer.

Because I want to see Him in me when I look into the mirror.

He's always been true to me encouraging purity.

Spoke against promiscuity to encourage me to be holy.

In Him I find security.

No man will ever love me as much as He.

He tells me that I am worth so much, so precious

He sweeps my hair behind my ear and

Touches my heart with kindness.

He called me His beloved,

the example of true love.

Broke all the lies saying that I was unloved.

Love advantageous

All from a man named Jesus.