He comes from Rags and never known Riches
His past isn’t perfect and his skin shows the stitches
He sleeps on the streets cold and alone
Yet he has a warmth that goes to the bone
His eyes show no pain and there’s no anger to be found
His words don’t cut or hurt but ring with joyful sound
While His clothes are torn and He looks small and vile
I watch as He gives a lost girl his coat and an encouraging smile
I listen as He speaks to her and the world just fades away
I find myself on my knees at the words He does say
As tears fill my eyes and He hugs this stranger
My mind is pulled to a vision of a manger
I walk over and I look into His eyes
And I see none other than Jesus In Disguise