Jesus is still the same

I met Jesus by the roadside

As I was begging with no sight

Jesus came and called me up

Touched my eyes and showed me light.

I met Jesus when about to be stoned

Hiding my face from the revealing sun

Jesus came and pleaded my case

And then, my accusers there were none.

I met Jesus when I was dead

With relatives crying and no sup’

Jesus came and calmed them down

Held my hand and woke me up.

I met Jesus from the tree top

Straining to look who is He

Jesus came and called my name

Came into my house and dined with me.

Days have passed and so have years

Yet I still meet Jesus everywhere

By the roadside, from the tree

Always eager to set me free.

He’s the same as He was

Full of compassion, glory and power

Touches and heals every heart

Sends His blessings in Heavenly showers.