IMAGINE JESUS

 

Imagine Jesus, eyes aflame,  

Turning away when we call His name.  

No more replies to desperate pleas,  

No gentle whisper on the breeze.  

Imagine Him folding His arms tight,  

Saying, “Enough with your endless fight—  

Your bitterness, your angry tones,  

Your unforgiveness turned to stones.”

He won’t respond when we pretend,  

Or feel our pain we never send.  

Our prayers fall flat, our songs grow cold,  

When love is lost, and truth is sold.  

Imagine Him walking past the door,  

Not waiting for us anymore.  

“You praise with lips, but hearts deceive,  

I will not stay where spirits grieve.”

And yet—imagine grace not gone,  

His silence deep but not for long.  

A tear still falls upon His cheek—  

Still hoping we’ll return and speak.