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 Eyes of the Wise

As I sat in my bathroom in solemn bliss,
thinking of my life that is amiss.
I noticed something I never saw before,
it was Jesus on my bathroom door.
I looked even closer and I did see,
there was four of him looking at me.
It was strange how the closely nit veneer,
had these faces of the one so dear.
I went and got my artist friend,
and closed the door with us within.
I said look at the door and tell me what you see,
he said “Wow, it's Jesus looking right at me!”
Then my artist said now that I've seen his face,
that's really nice now spray this place.
So I guess the moral of this story could be,
you never know what all Jesus can see.

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