He Lives

By Ruby Moss of Leeds a Messianic Believer in Jesus.

  I sat by Lake Kinneret,
Known too as Galilee.
When all at once I felt a hush, a Holy stillness there.
And looked; saw nought, but lake and hills,
But knew that He was there,
MY JESUS.

I went oft times to Nazareth,
And once, high on a mound,
Which overlooks the sleepy town,
I felt a sadness creep o’er me,
And knew that he was there,
MY JESUS.

The Mount Tabor of such great fame,
Of Deborah and Barak stands like sentinel
And always when I went there
I felt again the perfect stillness,
And knew that He was there,
MY JESUS.

The ruins of Capernaum are sadly beautiful,
The house of Peter, one can see,
And the synagogue where my Lord spoke,
I knew that He was there,
MY JESUS.

Beautiful is Bethlehem,
And the hills around that little town,
Always filled my heart with joy and peace,
Unspeakable: and yet, in the very place where He was born
Even the air is sanctified,
I knew that He was there,
MY JESUS.

Oft went I up to Jerusalem,
The fairest of the fair; of all the cities in the world,
I love her most of all:
But when on Mount Moriah I stand,
And look up to the Olive Mount,
I know that he is there,
MY JESUS.

1/3/2008