Jesus

• Sara Harragon
• Poetry
• 2005

As I sit here on my bed,
The word ‘Jesus’ rushes through my head.
I wonder why he had to choose me,
To be who I am and be free.
I question why he did what he did,
Was he this awesome when he was a kid?
I lift my hands and praise his name,
Please take this seriously, it’s not a game.
I wonder why he loves me so,
Is it cause he wants to see me grow?
Why did he go and die on that cross?
Should I classify him as my boss?
I wonder why he created us this way,
Or even why he brings a new day.
Many thoughts flood through my mind,
Even the thought of why Jesus is so kind.
I wonder how he knows what I’m thinking,
He leads me in the right direction without even blinking.
Jesus speaks to me through special friends,
I talk to them when I feel trapped in dead ends.
I sometimes doubt his wisdom and power,
But he is as stunning as a flower.
I’m going to finish in this way,
I hope it sounds okay.
Jesus is an awesome guy,
So why did he have to die?



Sara Harragon