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  • Poetry

    My Jesus

    My Jesus

    He died for me
    Upon a tree
    To bring me life
    To set me free.

    He bore the pain
    And all the shame
    To make me whole
    I’ll never be the same.

    He opened His arms
    With a heart full of love
    My precious Savior
    Sent from my Father above.

    His love is everlasting
    His mercies never cease
    He watches over me
    And brings me peace.

    What can I say?
    To this One who loves me so much?
    The One who redeemed me
    To be His own.

    Yes, He’s chosen me.
    I ask myself “why?”
    Yes, why me?
    A lowly sinner.

    WHY does He love me?
    HOW can He love me?
    Why does He care so much
    About me?

    © 4-15-99 – 10:51 a.m.

  • Scripture

    Yirmeyahu (Jeremiah) 6:10-11 CJB

    Yirmeyahu (Jeremiah) 6:10-11 CJB
    To whom should I speak? Whom shall I warn?
    Who will listen to me?
    Their ears are dull, they can’t pay attention.
    For them the word of ADONAI has become
    unattractive, an object of scorn.
    This is why I am full of ADONAI’s fury;
    I am weary of holding it back.

  • Scripture

    Yirmeyahu 6:10-11 CJB

    Yirmeyahu (Jeremiah) 6:10-11 CJB
    To whom should I speak? Whom shall I warn?
    Who will listen to me?
    Their ears are dull, they can’t pay attention.
    For them the word of ADONAI has become
    unattractive, an object of scorn.
    This is why I am full of ADONAI’s fury;
    I am weary of holding it back.

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