Jesse Poem by Pleasant Dabbs

Why do I feel so lonely, my house is full of friends
Oh Lord, if I could only just touch his face again

Or smell the dusty sweat-stained jeans, or see the boyish grin
My emptiness would disappear, my heart would start to mend

I wonder if the special joy of seeing the Savior's face
Has caused him now to think of those who love him in this place

I wonder if I measure up, herein will I be tried
To have him as a son again there on the other side

A dream perhaps, a heavenly scene, the answer I was told
I saw sweet Jesse's hand in mine as we walked down streets of gold
As we walked down streets of gold.

Why do I feel so lonely, my house is full of friends
Oh Lord, if I could only just touch his face again


c aaron