I saw the face of Jesus
Shining through a misty cloud
His brow and cheeks and eyes were painted
On a weathered shroud
Who rendered such a work of art?
It was by Jesus’ grace
He painted his own portrait
With the blood upon his face
His radiance shown through
The woven fabric as he lay
Entombed within a chamber
Where his body would not stay
And so He left His silhouette
Upon a fragile cloth
this mark of His redemption
So indelibly embossed
His likeness settled in my eyes
And there it still remains
This image of His countenance
In everlasting stains
A shroud of death absorbed His life
That we may someday find
This wondrous tapestry of Love
That He had left behind
I saw the face of Jesus
That was left upon the ground
In crimson ink he sketched His face
And turned my life around
– – – written by Elizabeth Santos, Pennsylvania
This is the most obscene picture of Jesus. He was not white, he was not European, he did not have green eyes. He looked like a Jew because he was a Jew.
The only Jesus I know is called Christ, he is in heaven and is as he is described in Revelation 5:12. That is the only Jesus we can ever know as it’s the one who is alive right now.