Have you seen my Jesus?
He’s clothed in righteousness.
His hair is white and shining bright;
His eyes, inviting us.
Have you smelt my Jesus?
His perfume from the grave?
Like life and restoration,
Like freedom for the slave?
Have you heard my Jesus?
His voice like whispering wind,
At other times a thundering
That overcomes your sin.
Have you touched my Jesus?
The holes that mark His hands?
The fire of His holiness,
The grace found in His stance?
Have you called “My Jesus!”
In joy or desperation?
And heard Him answer back,
With abundance of salvation?
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