His name is Jesus

This truth is not just theoretical

Or head knowledge 

It has a story to tell

It’s living and active

There’s weight behind it

Filled with authentic experience 

Aged with wisdom

Shaped under mountains of pressure

Tested over time

It’s powerfully liberating

Fleshed out in love

As real as the body I live in

So real you can taste and see 

Hear and know it

Like my breath on a frosty morning

As unique as every snowflake 

But unlike the snowflake

And my fleeting breath

Or this earthen body I call my temporary home

It outshines the sun

The creator of the sun moon stars and all creation

Is the truth 

His name is Jesus 

And He lives in me

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