Wiggle and Waggle

I remember miniskirts from teenage years gone by
They wiggled and they waggled and my eyes were satisfied
But then came micro skirts
They were always so much worse
Very little was concealed from my eyes so open wide

That lust has long been gone sine I gave my heart away
To my wonderful sweet Jesus who died for me that day
Crucified upon a tree
Now His blood has set me free
My sinful ways are gone and His love is on display

 

In response to the daily prompt Micro

The Eyes of Jesus

I dreamed I was walking down the street
Saw a beggar begging bread
I drop a few coins in His tin cup
Then on down the street I head

I sew a drunk man crossing the street
Has trouble finding his way
I take his arm to help him across
Then continue on with my day

I saw three young men coming my way
Their clothing and look was a mess
I bowed my head and walked silently
So as not to give them offense

What did I see when I looked at them all
Through these judgmental eyes of mine
Did my pride rise up and see their sin
Or did His mercy fill up my eyes

With all the hatred throughout our land
The church needs to rise up tall
One by one we must take a stand
And humble ourselves at the cross

He looked on us full of compassion
No matter what filled up our lives
He cried Father forgive them for you and I
As He hung His head and died

If I’ll look with the eyes of Jesus
Full of compassion and love
Perhaps I can plant a seed in their lives
And turn their hearts above

Help me Lord when I cross their paths
To see the sinner and not the sin
Give me courage to share your love with them
Give me the right words within

Make me humble and down to earth
Make me appeal to their needs
Help me to find some common ground
Help me to plant a seed