When I was a child, I thought like a child.  I talked like a child. I reasoned like a child
I was introduced to Jesus when I was a child
He strode along the beach to meet the fishermen
He was kind, and gentle, and generous
He was nice
He wore a dazzling white robe
With a shiny blue sash
He was tall
With light brown, almost blonde hair
And very handsome
I think perhaps he was Swedish

Now I have become a man I need to put childish ways behind me
I am meeting Jesus again
He spends his time with the underbelly of his society
He eats and drinks with drunkards and gluttons
He is anchored in Jewish culture
He wears his heart on his sleve
And sometimes it hurts to see it there
He is strong and courageous
He proclaims truth
Unashamedly
Perhaps knowing him might change me
If I let it