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~ The
Dime Store Jesus ~
I was just a
little girl
When Daddy brought him home,
A dime store Jesus in some straw,
That I could call my own…
I touched his tiny fingers
And searched his glowing face,
And somehow in those moments,
I felt my heart embraced…
Like any child that loves to play,
I herded in the lambs,
And gathered up the wise men
To kneel at my command…
But once again my eyes drew
Back to the little child,
And this time when I saw him,
I promise that he smiled…
And though my dime store Jesus,
With his painted little face,
Has been gone these many years…
In me, he planted faith…
Along the paths I travel,
And wherever I may roam…
It's the Jesus I met long ago,
Still, that leads me home...
Sharon Frye
© 2004
Heroes Of The Heart
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