My smile will give you examples of love, and parables of adventure.
But My eyes shall tell you the stories My lips never dared utter.
The crown of thorns once upon My brow told of a kingdom low, vile, and broken.
But the crown My Father gives speaks of a blessed kingdom with streets golden.
My body bares the marks of humanity, in a manger among animals I began My life.
Yet My eyes mourn not for Myself, but for the souls lost to the war of sin and strife.
My blood flowed red, and the sins of men filled My lungs and becomes My breath.
I died as a gift of mercy of all that are and all to be, even those who give Me death.
The scars upon My hands will tell you how I lived, died, struggled.
But My eyes share the eternal love and bring light to the dark internal rubble.
The strength of a body is a strength you can only see.
But your eyes show the true you, the one I see hiding far beneath.
With every struggle, every battle, there is a strength I gain and give in love.
It is a strength in heart, it is a strength given from our Father in heaven above.
I am called by many names. The Son of God, and The Son of Man.
But when my eyes tell you stories, you will understand who I Am.