In a bursting out with laughter, out of breath moment
I saw the Face of Jesus innocently mirrored
In the eyes of a tired out from play, impish child
Being carried piggy-back by his daddy, his biggest hero

In a silently worded, slow moving moment
I saw the Face of Jesus gently reflected
In the wrinkled, gnarly, arthritic hands
Of a gentleman as he held onto the pew and genuflected

In a jumping and screaming for joy moment
I saw the Face of Jesus ecstatically echoed
In the cheerful and tearful hugs and hand shakes
Of winning team players who shared the sport’s load

In the stillness of a heart beating moment
I saw the Face of Jesus gracefully etched
In the furrowed brow and clenched teeth
Of a quadriplegic artist as he struggled to sketch

I see the Face of Jesus in the humble rich and in the hungry poor
In the dying old and in those who have been conceived so new
I see Jesus radiating His Love through many open doors
Of so many hearts seeking His Way in all that they think and do!