He was alive before my time.
He lived with God on high.
He made me with a loving hand,
But then He breathed a sigh.
I did not love Him like I should.
Some things I did were wrong.
But He would not abandon me.
His love for me was strong.
He took my sins upon Himself,
And died upon a tree.
He loved me with a love that’s pure,
And died to set me free.
I love Him with a heart that’s filled
With songs of praise and love.
He took my rags of sin and shame,
And washed them with His blood.
Now as I gaze into His face,
And feel His love divine,
My heart explodes with love for Him,
For Jesus Christ is mine.
By Donna J. Howard