Jesus

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus;
Bless His Holy Name!
His loving grace and mercy
Have earned Him world acclaim.

What would I do with Jesus,
If He came walking down my street?
Why, I'd fall down and worship Him,
And kiss His sandaled feet.

I'd ask to see His nail scarred hands.
Then, I'd gently kiss them, too.
And thank Him for His great sacrifice;
His Life's blood, for me and you.

I'd walk so close beside Him,
Help lead the lost into His fold.
I'd help Him spread His Holy Word,
Tell about His streets of gold.

Then, I'd tell everyone I see
Of how He shed His precious blood for me.
Though, I wasn't worthy of His grace,
He loved me so much that He took my place.

 © 2004 by Vickie Lambdin
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