Here is a letter from a precious soul
That you don't in Christ pretend
That in you I must you commend
Your hand your always willing to lend
So that everyone else with Christ can make amend
Your love for me now I know has no end
You are special even to descend
Coming low to my level so we can ascend
The thrown of grace together so to attend
The bouquet table where at his feet we bend
In worship and adoration where he's left to tend
Our dreams, goals and vision and so we can now blend
In with his future for us so no one can contend
Now I know this Jesus and on him I depend
Cause from all my worse nightmares how he me now defend
Most of my time with him I now spend
And to the enemies I am now unbend
In his light I dwell so my path i let him wend
Thank you the solution you did recommend
My life is made new since this Jesus I have as a friend.
My feelings in writing
And to think I was about to loose all hope
Cause to myself I again was thinking how i would cope
With fake dreams and vision I was determined to elope
My hand almost held tight to the devils rope
But I now realise that for thinking that I was surely dope
For I would have just been a mope
And even though I was already on the slope
The one who loves me and has my horoscope
With this letter held my hands and to again envelope
©thelight
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