I haven't been a Christian for very long
For I found Jesus in the year, '1973.'

And since I've been walking with the Lord
He's made a different
And more special person out of me.

He's told me of where He was born
He's also shared in His crucifixion on Calvary.
Oh, I don't know what I would have done with my life
If I didn't have Him living now inside of me.

He's given me His body and blood
In remembrance of that final day.
When a man Jesus called His Disciple and friend
Sold Him and the king's men took my Jesus away.

He's shared His last words on the cross with me
And shared the forgiveness
Of the men crucified next to Him.
How could a man other than the King of King's?
Give such a priceless gift when His was about to end?

I am proud that I surrendered to Jesus
on that day so many years now ago.
And if I had to do it all over again
I would gladly not hesitate to my Jesus, go.

By; Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009

Linda Winchell

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