Jesus

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 second place for the August 2007 poetry contest