Note: Just found this little guy that I completely forgot about—one of my first poems about Jesus. Written my freshman year of high school. Simple and clumsy, but I like it still.
I loved you before time began,
You are in my perfect plan,
Why you suffer, you don’t understand,
But for you, a nail pierced hand.
I molded your body from the dust of the ground,
You feel lost, remember, it’s me you've found.
Security is in me! Embrace, take hold!
But for you, my arms were bound.
My plans for you are infinitely great,
You cannot perceive,
How I felt on my last day’s eve,
But for you, my life’s last breath,
That you may believe.
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