How I love my precious Lord,
Heaven’s gift, by saints adored;
Gift I never could afford.
He gives!

I can’t wander from His care,
For His love is always there,
Saving me from deep despair.
He loves!



I don’t have to sink in guilt
In a prison I have built.
That is why His blood was spilt.
He forgives!

He removes my sins from me,
Deeper than the deepest sea,
Where for all eternity,
He forgets!



And some day I’ll live with Him,
With the saints and cherubim.
There His light will never dim.
He reigns!

©Betty Jo Mings
Poetry for The common Man