If I Could Go To Galilee

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Galilee Poem

If I could go to Galilee
and walk where Jesus walked,
And sit in tender grasses
on the hillside where He taught.

If I could feel a gentle breeze
that lifted from the sea,
Where He chose the humble fishermen,
How full my heart would be.

If I could sit and ponder
on a rock that knew His hand,
Or walk along the seashore
Where His feet had touched the sand.

My spirit yearns within me,
But it doesn't seem my fate,
I'll never walk where Jesus walked,
I'll never see…but wait!

I've worshiped in His temple
where I know He's walked before,
Have His feet been down this hall?
Have his fingers touched this door?

Has He stood here in this very room
and looked at what I see?
In the beauty of His temple,
I can feel His love for me.

I close my eyes and picture Him;
My worries melt away.
I don't need to go to Galilee
or travel far away.

For my tender heart is filled
with what He wants me to be taught,
My testimony burns within…
I've walked where Jesus walked!

By Carma Palveson – Tremonton, Utah