Jerusalem (Photo credit: swallroth)

I miss what I never had.

Nor can I venture to that place.

The road to Emmaus lay broken.

The walls of Jerusalem broken down.

To sit on the grass and reach my hand,

Into the basked to retrieve;

A fish and a loaf in endless supply.

To enter the water at the care of a rough hand.

To rise above it to see the face of John the Baptist.

To hear the footsteps of Romans coming to take me to the lions.

To see the shadow of Peter heal a cripple who dared to believe.

I miss what I never had.

How could this be?

But I am sure what I never had is held in the hand of He who lives forever.

The nail scared hands of love will bear them for eternity.

What I miss I will enter.

I will yet see the face of He who loved me and gave His life for me.

I miss Jesus!

The One I have not yet seen but believe with all my soul.