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 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 gentle
As a
feather floating in air
His love is warm
Glowing like the sun
A love so strong
It can never bend
It will be there until
The very end.
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
For us he will always be there.
As blood of bright crimson red
Trickled down his thorn pierced forehead
A look of sadness filled his eyes
For his people he cries
Then slowly painfuly dies
But by the power of his HOLY
FATHER in three days again he arises
For he was and
is our LORD JESUS CHRIST....
My
Inner being
Into him I will always cling.
