The Beauty Of Jesus In Me
by Alice Hansche Mortenson


My life touched your life for a very brief space,

And what, oh, what did you see?

A hurried, a worried and anxious face,

Or the beauty of Jesus in me?


Was I steeped so deep in the ways of the world

That you couldn't detect one thing

That would set me apart and show that my heart

Belonged to the Heavenly King?


Did I carry no banner for Jesus my Lord,

Not one thing at all that could show

Whose side I am on in this glorious fight?

I am His! But you couldn't know.


Forgive me! And if we should ere meet again

Upon earth, oh, I pray you will see

No mark of this world, but His banner unfurled,

And the beauty of Jesus in me!