Caryl Ramsdale, American Poet
JESUS, GOD’S SON
to Larry Ramsdale
I’ve thought about this often,
And I don’t remember when;
I first called Him by His name,
Or closed my prayer with amen.
I’ve asked about this often,
Wondering what most would say;
Could they call up the first time,
Did they know the date—the way?
I can remember singing…
“Little ones to Him belong;”
Everyone smiled happily,
And everyone sang along.
I can remember reading…
Of wise men traveling far—
Seeking a king to worship—
Led by Bethlehem’s bright star.
I can remember listening…
To broadcasts over airwaves
As preachers shouted,“Thus saith…”
“Knock, it shall be…” and ”He saves!”
So, when you meet face to face,
Observe His devoted eyes;
They illustrate God’s glory—
And open doors for the wise.
Someday, all will understand—
His plan includes everyone;
And He remembers the first time
Each one called Him—“Jesus, God’s Son!”
©Copyright 1999-2007 Caryl Ramsdale. All rights reserved.
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August 28, 2006
