Where Jesus Walked

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 worshipped in His temple, where I know He's walked before.
Have his feet been down this hallway?  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 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
And my testimony burns within... I've walked were Jesus walked.

~~Original Author Unknown