A poem about my father, Jesus Christ, and about what He has done for us.
|Though I am but a sinful scoundrel,
Undeserving of Your mandrel…
To comfort me, shape me, help me
Your lovingkindness makes me see
That although our debt was collosal,
You payed for us like it was no hassle.
God made flesh you have become, (made flesh by the Holy Spirit, born of a virgin)
Incessantly working till it was done.
Performing many miracles back then,
I will never forget the moment when
You were unjustly crucified for us all,
Light of the world, You saved my soul.
And rose to life after Your death…
After enduring for us till your last breath.
You freed us from the power of sin,
With You by our side we will always win.
By believing Your gospel we will all thrive (we must also repent, but we are saved by God’s grace alone, not our deeds)
We will not perish but have eternal life!