Jesus Needs His Sandwich

 

Jesus needs His sandwich 

and I nearly forgot it in my haste

to leave the hospital today.

I got as far as the parking garage, 

my driver’s side door partially open,

when it hit me, “Jesus needs…”

So I sprinted back to the hospital

and snatched up a ham with 

muenster and a bottle of water.

Sure enough, he was standing 

in his typical spot at the bottom 

of the exit ramp with his sign.

He greeted me with a crooked 

smile and a pensive wave but 

I knew it was Him standing there.

The beard and longish hair was

a dead give away, frequenting 

the highways and the byways

as I’d read in the Good Book.

I didn’t want to be caught 

empty handed when I met Him.

So Jesus got his sandwich today

and He said “God bless you”.

Score!  What a lucky man I am!

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