Wednesday, 16 February 2011


I love to sing of Jesus,
    The Man who set me free,
The Son of God who loved me
    And gave Himself for me.

He gave Himself to save me
    And bore my penalty
Because the Man who loved me
    Desired my company.

He died because He loved me,
    He died to do God’s will;
As risen and ascended
    My Saviour loves me still.

He’s coming soon to take me
    To be before His face
To share His love and glory,
    And celebrate His grace.

1 comment:

  1. Indeed we have so many reasons to sing of Jesus...this poem helps show these reasons


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