Walking with Jesus

Leti Diaz

I was walking with Jesus this one sunny day, He was holding my hand

and as we walked and played. Our arms swung back and forth, happy

and care free.

I was about eight or nine, wearing my white tapestry dress, and bonnet with its lace, along with my laced white socks and shiny paten leather shoes.

We walked along a narrow road admiring the flowers, trees,

and all the beauty of creation.
What more could I ask or ever want? To be with my Jesus - happy and carefree.

Not a word was spoken, no need for God’s Glory was near,

His presence said it all. Then He spoke and said,

“my child, my beautiful little treasure - oh how I love to have you so near.

I love you so much, I’ll always be here, walking with you hand-in-hand.
I am yours and you are Mine.

…there were no distractions, no one else but Jesus and me.

The cool breeze, the fragrance, me and my Jesus walking indeed.

Oh Jesus, just You and me, how much happier could I be?

I’ll daily walk and talk with my Jesus, I’ll let him know how much He’s loved and needed; how I truly need His presence, His presence is so dear.

His Glory and light brings me joy, comfort and peace. Healing is what I find in my Jesus. No more toil, nor unrest, I’m giving it to Jesus, in whom I’ll find my rest.

Walking hand-in-hand with my Jesus, who could want anything more?
I am truly blessed, my Jesus and me.