Sometime back, a friend shared with me some of his burdens. One after another he talked about discouragements and failures that seemed to have gotten the best of him. I listened prayerfully, asking the Lord to help me understand what he was going through. I sensed the Lord asking me if I would represent the compassionate, caring, restoring person of Jesus in my words to this man.
After listening for a long time, I shared my heart and laid my hands on him and prayed. Right after he left my room, the words, “You be my Jesus,” came to my mind. I realized how we all need that physical touch of someone who will be the ministry of Jesus to us.
The following is the poem I wrote from that encounter:
It seems this night is forever.
hurting my eyes
Where is He?
Please stay with me
Please take my hand
YOU BE MY JESUS
I am all alone.