Poetry

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WHEN JESUS PASSES-BY

Yes,it is Jesus.
Jesus, who is passing,
Jesus, who is whispering, talking, and calling.
Jesus cries if I sin, happy if I follow Him.
Sure, it was Jesus.

Early in the morning, I had a vision.
That the president is to come,
And he came.I was there.
Jesus is more than a president.
Sure, it was Jesus.

There is realty in a visions, so I followed it.
And lo! Jesus whispered, talked and called me that day.
I was attenive, though, I did not realize it was He, OR was He real Jesus christ?
Sure, it was Jesus.

The woman relized it was Jesus,
In addition, she touched the cloth:healing!
The blind-man called:received his sight back!
Jesus was talking, is talking; I do not hear, I am hesitant.
Sure, it was Jesus.

Oh dear me, come again Jesus,
Where are you? I want to touch you.
I need your healing, teaching, peace, love and joy.
You know my heart.whisper to me again.
SURE, IT IS JESUS.

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