What Was It Like

I wonder what it was like
To live on earth with Him,
To walk with Him each day
Yet never see Him sin.

How blessed they must have been
To be there by His side,
To see Him face to face
And look into His eyes.

And how they must have marvelled
At the words He spoke to them;
When they saw the things He did,
How amazed they must have been!

Perhaps they felt alot like us
Each time we kneel in prayer;
When we bow in quiet reverence
And feel His presence there.

Copyright ©1998 by Jan McIntosh

You have made known to me the paths of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence.
(Acts 2:28)