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Jesus by bugsbugs0 © 2007 He has no form but He's there, I know In sky above and earth below And though I cannot see His face I'm conscious of His endless grace. He has no eyes, but sees me through Follows everything I do And when I'm down He lifts me up Gives me strength and fills my cup. He has no hands, but blesses me Touches my soul and sets me free He's always present at my side I have no fear, no need to hide. He has no lips, but does have style, Warms my heart with a radiant smile, So I must listen to His every word and live up to my precious Lord. |
 This poem won 2nd place for the August 2007 poetry contest |
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