Notes About The Poem
We are all made in His image and so like us, He likes to hear from those He loves often.
Just a Prayer
Lord, my words are not enough to praise You.
You have given me so much.
You have taken that which was worthless,
And given it great value;
For You ransomed my soul with the very blood,
Of Your Own precious Son.
What greater value hath anything, Oh Lord,
Than that for which The King of Kings would,
So willingly lay down His life.
You have loved me more than anyone else ever could,
Even when I loved You not.
I'm sorry that I hurt You, Lord.
Even now that I know You well,
Sometimes I hurt You still, and I'm sorry.
Because of You I am no longer worthless.
I fell from Your Grace and wallowed in sin, guilt and shame,
But You, My Lord, lifted me up and cleansed me from all unrighteousness.
You held me close to Your heart and forgave me,
For everything I ever did to hurt You.
I love You, Father.
Thank You, for loving me so much.
AMEN
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