My Jesus holds me tight.
on dark and stormy nights
My Jesus holds my hand
in this strange new land.
My Jesus knows my heart,
and its each and every part.
My Jesus came as a child
a little baby meek and mild.
My Jesus grew up a carpenter's son
but His perfection astounded everyone
My Jesus healed the sick and raised the dead.
And they put a crown of thorns upon His head.
My Jesus died between two thevies
He suffered there for the world and me.
My Jesus conquered death and Satan
And I rejoice with all creation.
My Jesus stays closer than a brother
He knows me better than anyother
My Jesus is my King and Shepherd
He who raised the dead and healed the lepers
My Jesus loves me without strings
I pray you've found the hope he brings.
Author notes
Written November 4th, 2004
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I Loved this poem. It was so beautiful and so so true.
God bless,
Kate P.S. there is nothing else i can say about this wonderfully beautiful poem. -
What a mesmerizing tribute to our awesome Lord and Saviour, Catherine! So much truth so well said. This is the boldness of which Christ spoke regarding those who follow Him: the boldness to witness and to speak His Father's truths, even when others malign and persecute us.
WELL DONE, dear one, and good luck in the contest!
Love and hugs, BonnieQ
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Beautiful (sniff sniff)
This is really good, Catherine! You have a real gift for making things rhyme, a gift I do NOT have. It's alway a great witnessing one. I'm glad your so bold on this sight. It's really beautiful. Great write!
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