By Joey R. Peyton
Yesterday I held Jesus in my
arms!
His
little face was dirty
And
His cloths were tattered too!
His
belly growled with hunger
And
His feet were minus shoes!
He
was overlooked by everyone
With
no earthy goods accrued.
Yes,
He was least among His brethren
And
yet I held Him true,
Because yesterday I held
Jesus in my arms!
Yesterday I held Jesus in my
arms!
Her
face was old and wrinkled
And
Her life would soon be ore!
Her
stories often boring
And
were repeated more and more!
She
lived alone among the crowd
With
eyes on distant shore.
Yes,
She was least among Her brethren
And
yet it was no chore,
Because yesterday I held
Jesus in my arms!
Yesterday I held Jesus in my
arms!
His
body was twisted in agony
As
doctors struggled to cure!
His
desperate look around the room
For
a hope that would be sure!
The
sights and smells of waste and death
Caused
avoidance by the pure.
Yes,
He was least among His brethren
And
yet it not obscure,
Because yesterday I held Jesus
in my arms!
Yesterday I held Jesus in my
arms!
She
spoke a different language
And
Her faith I did not know!
His
skin was a different color
And
Her customs were not my own!
Her
status wasn’t legal
From
across the border She did blow!
Yes,
She was least among Her brethren
And
yet through Her the Spirit flowed,
Because yesterday I held
Jesus in my arms!
Yesterday I held Jesus in my
arms!
He
stood upon the street corner
With
His hand stretched out to me!
He
mumbled incoherently
About
Martians in the sea!
His
pack sat there beside His feet
While
for coffee He did plea!
Yes,
He was least among His brethren
Yet
through me He could be free,
Because yesterday I held
Jesus in my arms!
Yesterday I held Jesus in my
arms!
She
stood there on life’s road alone
With
no one there to listen!
Loneliness
was Her companion
While
Her community was missing!
I
held her close within my arms
And
the tear She shed did glisten!
Yes,
She was least among Her brethren
And
yet She remained my mission,
Because yesterday I held
Jesus in my arms!
Yesterday I held Jesus in my
arms!
Not
once or twice but many times
His
heart and hands I held!
I’m
a better man because of it
For
in their lives God dwelled!
All
created in His image
And its there I am compelled!
Yes,
they were least among the brethren
And
still my heart is swelled,
Because yesterday I held
Jesus in my arms!
