Precious Jesus

Lift my eyes to You, precious Jesus.

 

When the demands of my crowded calendar overtake the cry of my weary soul . . .

Lift my eyes to You, precious Jesus.

 

 

When the days to come look more like fear and less like joy . . .

Lift my eyes to You, precious Jesus.

 

 
When my heart is heavy and my head is bowed in sorrow and tearful remembrance . . .

Lift my eyes to You, precious Jesus. 

 

 
When silence is the sound that envelops me . . .

Lift my eyes to You, precious Jesus.

 

 
When You calm me and I recognize the hollow longing I carry day in, day out . . .

Lift my eyes to You, precious Jesus.

 

 
When I finally stop.
And gaze upon the manger and catch a glimpse of wonder . . .

Lift my eyes to You, precious Jesus.

 

 
When the night is Silent and Holy, when I know what Child this is, when I fall on my knees and I hear the angels . . .

 

Not in that poor lowly stable,
With the oxen standing by,
We shall see Him, but in heaven,
Set at God’s right hand on high;
When like stars His children crowned
All in white shall wait around.*

 

 
You, Precious Jesus.


 

Because of Him, today is a GOOD day,
~ Natalie

*Hymn: “Once in Royal David’s City” (1848) by Cecil Frances Alexander

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