Jesus could walk on water or land.
And in my hour of need He lends me His hand.
He's always there to pick me off the ground.
There for me to lean on when no one else is around.
His sacrifice is the ultimate gift;
To eliminate the sting of spiritual death's kiss.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
