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The Beauty Of Jesus In Me
The Beauty Of Jesus In Me
by Alice Hansche Mortenson
My life touched yours for a very brief space,
And what, oh, what did you see?
A hurried, a worried and anxious face,
Or the beauty of Jesus in me?
Was I steeped so deep in the ways of the world
That you couldn't detect one thing
That would set me apart and show that my heart
Belonged to the Heavenly King?
Did I carry no banner for Jesus my Lord,
Not one thing at all that could show
Whose side I am on in this glorious fight?
I am His! But you wouldn't know.
Forgive me! And if we should e'er meet again
Upon earth, oh, I pray you will see
No mark of this world, but His banner unfurled
And the beauty of Jesus in me!
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