His Love
His love is as glistening as the morning dew on the red red rose.
His love for us deeply flows and forever grows
His breath is as soft as a gentle spring breeze.
His voice you can hear in the rustle of the trees.
To him we should bow our heads and fall to our
knees
His smile is as big as the great
out doors.His love is truly ours.. But in the palms
of his hands are two festering crusty old
sores
His touch is as gentle as a
feather floating in air.His love is warm and glowing
like the sun. Love so strong that it can never bend,
it will be there till the very end.
And
this love he was more then willing to share. Hanging
from the old rugged cross great suffering and pain
he did bare.To show us he did care and for us he
would always be there...
As
blood of bright red
trickled down his forehead . A look of sadness filled his eyes for his people he cries and then
dies
But by the power of his HOLY
FATHER in three days again he arises.For he was and
is our LORD JESUS CHRIST....
