Not any easy path to walk,
but many choose it.
Many stumble and fall and they loose it,
but when I sit and think of what he did for me,
I loose myself in all his glory.
The shame, the pain, he endureth for me.
The king of kings graced me, with his beauty.
A covenant he came to proclaim,
but instead was shamed.
My sins he washed away,
so now I am here to praise,
the one true God who broke my chaines,
named sin and hate,and set me free,
to a new world filled with nothing but his glory.
Yes lord, what did you say?
Give myself away?
Yes lord, you can use me!
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The man called Jesus
PoetryThis is a short poem about the greatest person i know and as the title suggests its none other than * drum roll and random shouting* JESUS!!!!