Who are you, Jesus,
a name I often hear?
In stories and in songs,
but sometimes it’s not clear.
They say you walked on water
and made the blind to see.
They say you healed the sick
and set the captives free.
Are you a mighty king,
with a crown upon your head?
Or a gentle shepherd,
guiding sheep that you have led?
I see your picture on the wall,
arms outstretched wide.
They say you died for us,
on a cross, they crucified.
But why did you have to go,
and leave us all behind?
Do you still hear my prayers,
silent, yet screaming in my mind?
Are you the one who listens,
when I cry myself to sleep?
Do you see my tears in a world
that’s cold and deep?
I have so many questions.
As a child, I need to know.
Who are you, Jesus?
Help me understand and grow.
In my heart, I feel a presence,
a warmth I can’t explain.
Though I can’t see you, I know you;
I feel your pain.
You are light in the darkness.
A friend, always near.
You love me unconditionally
and wipe away each tear.
Though I may not understand,
I trust you, Jesus, kind.
In your love and grace,
a child like me. will always find,
a comforting embrace,
a guiding hand, so true.
You are my Savior, Jesus,
and I believe in you.
WoPoLi 
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