Conversion - Poem by Jeanette Telusma
I met a man just the other day who seem so lost within.
He walked with his head down trying to hide his face.
There were many others walking as he did.
I thought to myself, Lord what must I do?
A great thought came to mind, with it came a smile.
Young man do you know Jesus? His answer was no with a sigh.
I shared with him that Jesus paid the price.
I told him he no longer had to carry the load I see him bear.
He looked at me with great interest in his eyes.
This man wanted to hear more about Jesus.
We sat down and I began to break bread with him.
As I fed him, he did eat...... for his hunger was so great.
In the end he accepted Jesus as Lord and Saviour.
I notice a change in his composure.
I met a man today who seem to know his way.
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