Longing for Jesus

As I look at my life on this beautiful summer day, I'm filled with thanksgiving for the abundant blessings God has given. Some of these blessings are external, but the ones I'm most grateful for are found in my soul. I've been a Christian most all of my life, but it's only been in the last 15 years I've experienced a deep relationship with Jesus. I moved from a fear-based legalistic spiritual life to an authentic, vulnerable relational-based viewpoint. I wrote the following poem to symbolize the transformation. This poem can be the prayer of your heart as well. 

I long to look into the eyes

Of He who died for me.

To see the love that shines therein

For all eternity.

Your piercing gaze into my heart,

Will cut thru my every wall.

And I will gladly surrender to you,

My hands, my heart, my all.

Jesus, I long to touch your face,

To caress each and every line.

To feel the nail prints in your hands;

The punishment that should have been mine.

I want to wash your feet, my Lord,

With tears of joy and love.

My heart is longing to be with you

In your temple in heaven above.

Jesus, I long to hear your voice,

Into my ear you will say

The words I long to hear the most,

“Beloved, here you will stay.

Forever you will sit with me,

Forever by my side.

It was only because of my love for you

That I went to the cross and died.”

So each and every day of life I struggle

To carry my cross.

And sometimes it threatens to crush me

And I think that all is lost.

But then I raise my eyes to the sky

And pray that soon will be,

The day that I will truly look

Into the eyes of He who died for me.

By Judy Lair 1997