I saw Jesus today walking down the street.
Not as I have pictured, but quite close.
He was wearing ragged jeans, a gray long sleeve tee shirt,
with a black fleece vest.
His hair was long and dark dirty blond, kinda brown.
Looking back as passing I saw his face.
Pictured as the Bible, there was no mistake.
As I was driving past and came to a light,
there was a man holding a sign.
Distracted by the man in my rear view mirror,
The man was ignored.
I was giving before, but now I felt selfish.
As I looked back again, I saw his face.
He hung his head in disgrace.
As I drove past the light when it turned green,
The Man disappeared.
All along wanting to turn back I again looked
through my rear view mirror.
The man who was wearing the sign
was wearing a suit like a president.
Gold watch and jewelry holding out his hand.
He gave it all and it could have been mine,
I turned my head and rejected "The Devine."
If I had it to do all over again,
I would have given my last dollar to the man.
A fear that Christ may now walk the earth,
Could that have been him.
I am ashamed of my sin.