If Jesus Came To My House

Jesus is my best friend. 
So many times, though, I wish I could actually see Him 
with my eyes. Hear His voice. Touch His hands.
I wish we could sit together and talk like best friends do.

If Jesus Came To My House

If Jesus came to my house, 
I'd throw wide open the door, 
I'd throw my arms around His neck, 
I'd hug Him tight, 
and sob with tears with joy. 

If Jesus came to my house, 
I'd be so thrilled to see Him,
I'd call to all my children, 
and we'd happily lead Him inside, 
we'd offer Him a seat while we gathered all around.

If Jesus came to my house, 
I wouldn't care if the house were messy,
or needed cleaning, 
We'd be so happy to see Him, 
that I'd let the dishes and the laundry sit aside. 

If Jesus came to my house, 
He'd be patient with the children, 
listen to all that they had to say,
He'd laugh and play with them, 
and let the littlest one sit upon His knee.

If Jesus came to my house, 
I'd pour my heart out to Him,
We'd talk just like old friends do,
He wouldn't answer all my questions, 
but tell me that some answers are not for me to know.

If Jesus came to my house, 
He'd talk about my mom, 
and what she does in Heaven, 
I'd tell Him to send her my love,
And He would nod and smile.

If Jesus came to my house, 
the time for Him to leave would come all too quickly, 
I wouldn't want Him to go,
I'd cry again and hold Him tight, 
for as long as He would let me.

If Jesus came to my house, 
He'd smile and wave good-bye,
He would leave the same as He had come, 
rising up on a pillar of clouds, 
back up toward Heaven.  

If Jesus came to my house, 
I'd watch Him until He disappeared, 
I'd smile and wave, 
I'd whisper, "Good-bye", 
before turning to go back in.


"Ask, and it shall be given you;
seek, and ye shall find;
knock, and it shall be opened unto you"
   ~Mathew 7:7