On a humble Saturday morn, beneath the azure sky, The Savior rose with gentle grace, as dawn’s light fluttered by. He donned His simple robes of white, His sandals worn but sure, And stepped into the tranquil day, His heart serene and pure. With steady hands, He swept the floor, each corner, every nook, A…

In the cab of a truck on a highway vast, Jesus drives through memories of the past. His eyes on the road, heart heavy and sore, He contemplates loneliness, forevermore. The hum of the engine, a constant drone, Mirrors the echo of feeling alone. The miles stretch out like the sands of time, Each one…

In the hush of dawn, where the forest lies, Wrapped in a veil of mist, soft as sighs, Steps a figure, robed in white, Jesus walks through the morning light. The trees, ancient, bow in grace, Branches bending to touch His face, Leaves whisper secrets, old and wise, Reflecting heaven in His eyes. Birdsong halts…

In the twilight’s gentle embrace,A weary smile adorns His face,The day has been long, the journey steep,Yet in His heart, a peace runs deep. With calloused hands and dusty feet,He’s walked the paths where people meet,He’s healed the sick, the blind, the lame,And whispered softly, each one’s name. The sun dips low, a crimson hue,Reflecting…

Beneath the heavens’ vast expanse, Where golden sunbeams gently dance, Jesus walks with quiet grace, A smile upon His sacred face. The fields, adorned in vibrant bloom, With colors bursting, banish gloom, And as He strolls through meadows wide, His heart is light, His eyes are bright. The birds sing hymns of pure delight, Their…