Meeting someone for the first time-
Shake their hand, they look in my eyes.
Eyebrows wrinkle and their nose crinkles-
Have we met before?
Well…
Maybe not specifically me,
But you have met Jesus,
And I am his homie.
Sometimes I look like him,
Sometimes maybe not so much.
But he sent me.
I am sure of this.
Everything
Happens
For a
Purpose.