Text Box: For the love that He has For each of His own Is too great to comprehend. It has been there forever In the depths of His heart With no beginning and with never an end. He makes it quite clear What He wants us to do In an amazing way you will find. For as He speaks, no sound May be heard from His mouth, But His thoughts will transfer to your mind. I know of this first hand, As He spoke once with me When I ceased breathing one night in my sleep. As I was in spirit In the presence of Jesus, He said something that caused me to weep. "You must go back now, "For this isn't your time." His message did trouble me so. Although I pleaded He allow me To stay there with Him, He lovingly said I must go. When I awoke in my bed, My pillow was soaked With tears of anguish and grief At being sent back to earth After being there with Him. I prayed that He grant me relief. And He answered my prayer By dimming that remembrance So painfully fresh in my mind. But I will never forget The sheer wonder of Him. My Savior so loving and kind. By John McKee August 18, 1999   Text Box: The Son of God Is a beautiful being With a countenance like the sun's brilliant rays. His shoulder length hair Is jet-black in color As His appearance has been always. If you've ever felt warmth Radiate from a fire Upon coming inside from the cold, Then you know what it's like To look into His eyes And feel the warmth of His love enfold.  

                          The Face of Jesus