God is our chosen voice...
He, makes our heart, rejoice.

We listen, to our hearts...
God's, voice, stays, and
Never, departs.

Our hearts, are our vessels, to thee...
His Son, made us sin free.

Only, as long, as we believe...
That Jesus, died, for our sin
To us, do we relieve, and, we
Receive.

God, is a central part...
Of our heart.

God, is my loving Dad...
He, enables me to live
Real glad.

He enables me to want to live...
He enriches my heart, to yearn, to give.

For, through God, is my boat, set to sail...
I tell, you this, my heart, non-sick, but well.

My heart, no longer displays, it's cracks...
My heart, is no longer, by the Devil, under
Satan's attacks.

My heart, is now, well mended...
Through, my belief, of God, my
days of suffering, have, finally ended.

His last wish, spent lovingly upon His cross...
For His, Father, His Heavenly Boss.

For Jesus Christ, was His Father's, most loving Son...
He made God, so proud indeed, He was a Son,
indeed, he was fun.

His blood soaked hands, nailed, into wood...
Would leave the world of man, stained, with
His pureness ed, good.

Yes-He was tossed, upon the cross...
He was our hope, humanly a-loss.

Michael Gale

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jesus-and-our-god/