seeing

Was thinking about Jesus, and him meeting people. His eyes were different, his eyes weren't tainted by labels of society, by fear of people being different, by grudges held in hearts from past experience, by assumptions about a person based on appearance/ clothes there wearing/ how often they had a shower/ what they talk like


And how often I see things so differently to him. Love the fact he sees the heart, sees through the exterior, sees through the labels a person has had placed on them to their heart. He sees the hidden depths.


Wrote this poem a couple of days ago after reading Luke 7 v 36 - 50


What do you see, what do you see
A woman so impure she shouldn't touch thee
A friend trying to help by pointing this out,
You shouldn't let her you hear him shout
But what did you see, what did you see
a heart filled with love and honouring thee
her hair wiping tears that flowed from her heart
and thanks and love and thats just a start
For when she bent down and wiped your feet,
you saw who she was and not all her deeds
You saw the design that you'd placed within her
and not all the dirt and the grime of the world