Can we yet see The Lord of Life
at work ‘mid dying days?
Is there still hope, that daily strife
results in His great praise?
The sun came up this morn again.
My lungs still take their breath.
Though sadness threatens all to win,
the heart still beats o’er death.
The Earth spins on its axis true.
It gallops around old Sol.
This Jesus loves the soul of you,
redeeming you as whole.
The days of Earth have good and bad,
that weary the human core,
but focused eyes remain so glad
for Jesus we adore.
by Jay O’Toole
on April 12th, 2019
Poems About Jesus 