My Jesus

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    • ForeverGrace
    • Bored, sick... I can't wait to go home and do nothing. >.<

    My Jesus

    Trapped,
    With nowhere to go.
    Filled with hate,
    And many sins are left to sow.
    But then He came,
    Filled my life with his love.
    He’s my Father,
    My Savior and my God from above.
    Jesus is here,
    He’s come into my sinful soul.
    And, with Him,
    I can finally feel whole.
    My hand in His,
    He forever leads the way.
    To a place,
    Where Heaven is everyday.
    Thank you, Jesus,
    For taking me under your wing.
    Now and forever,
    My praises to You I will sing.

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    FAVOUR commented on My Jesus

    05-18-2009

    Baby gal you are a blessing this is beautifully true may God take you to heights nations ought to read this love you! keep up the gud work mmm!

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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