I Saw the Face of Jesus
I saw the face of Jesus,
and to my surprise
He didn’t have long hair and a beard.
He didn’t look like Mother Teresa
or Martin Luther King Jr.,
or like the beggar I encountered yesterday.
I saw the face of Jesus
in my wife and children,
the ones who hear me fart,
bear the brunt of my crabbiness,
moan at my corny humor,
the ones I hug
and who hug me back.
Thank you, gentle God, for loving me
as I am,
through the ones who know me best,