I know what Jesus looked like.
I see Him in the faces of my grandchildren,
in a sun-drenched alpine meadow
filled with rainbows of wildflowers.
I know what He sounded like, too.
His voice is in the laughter of
children in the distance,
drifting through my kitchen window
on a summer day.
I know where He walked...
through the valleys of life's trials
and beside me in
the still waters.
I know what the hem of His garment
There was healing in its hem.
There was comfort
in its warmth.
I know what His love is.
It has flooded my soul
and filled my heart with
And I know what His Word is.