(Written by Summer Waters, age 11)

I saw Jesus last week.

He was wearing blue jeans and an old shirt.

He was up at the church building;

He was alone and working hard.

For just a minute he looked a little like one of our members.

But it was Jesus –

I could tell by his smile.

I saw Jesus last Sunday.

He was teaching a Bible class.

He didn’t talk real loud or use long words,

But you could tell he believed what he said.

For just a minute, he looked like my Bible teacher.

But it was Jesus –

I could tell by his loving voice.

I saw Jesus yesterday.

He was at the hospital visiting a friend who was sick.

They prayed together quietly.

For just a minute he looked like Brother Jones.

But it was Jesus –

I could tell by the tears in his eyes.

I saw Jesus this morning.

He was in my kitchen making my breakfast and fixing me a special lunch.

For just a minute he looked like my mom.

But it was Jesus –

I could feel the love from his heart.

I see Jesus everywhere,

Taking food to the sick,

Welcoming others to his home,

Being friendly to a newcomer,

And for just a minute I think he’s someone I know.

But it’s always Jesus –

I can tell by the way he serves.