What Does Jesus Look Like

The first time I saw Jesus, He was tucking me in bed

He didn't have a beard or any thorn-scars on His head

We said good-night and bedtime prayers and traded an embrace

Instead of what you might expect, He had my mother's face

Many times when I was sick He drove me in His car

He didn't count the trips or pay attention to how far

He didn't wear a robe, but blue jeans, and His shirt was plaid

His car and hat and jacket all belonged to my Grandad

In the doctor's office I felt scared and sad and small

And Nanny would read books to me until the nurse would call

Jesus hugged me tight and read to me to calm my fear

But it was Nanny's arms I'd feel and her voice I would hear

So often since, I've seen Him and He's never looked the same
But when I needed Him I prayed and waited and He came
I asked Him to use my hands, to come and work through me
So I can help somebody else but that it's Him they'll see