Have you ever walked a shelter aisle, Dogs of every heart and style? Some bark loud, some softly stay, Some race around, some shy away.
Some are nervous, some are calm, Some just rest with quiet charm. You look at all—then something’s done, A glance, a pause… you know that one.
When eyes meet eyes, the choice is clear, No doubt, no fear—just “you’re my dear.” Not picked by looks or perfect grace, But by a knowing, sacred place.
So it is with Jesus calling you, He seeks the many, not the few. Some pray aloud with lifted voice, Some whisper soft—that’s still a choice.
Some kneel strong, some tremble there, Some bold in faith, some unsure in prayer. Yet when your eyes meet His that day, The papers sign—you’re His to stay.
No fee, no test, no earned degree, Just love that sets the captives free. Have your eyes met Jesus’ gaze? That holy look that changes days.
If not, He waits—His arms still wide, Forever faithful, by your side.
“Yet to all who did receive Him, to those who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God. John 1:12 (NIV)
