I contemplate my Savior,
Tear stained cheeks…dripping blood.
The sins for me He suffered,
The pain I caused…such a flood.
Meekly He offers mercy.
Patiently He does plead.
Relief for my soul is waiting,
To quench my every need.
Faith---just a particle,
And a touch of real desire.
Is all my Savior asks for,
All that He does require.
His hand is stretched forth gently,
Waiting for my grasp.
The decision is mine to make,
How firmly will I clasp?
He is a gentle companion,
An ever faithful friend.
The healer of my wounds,
The hurt He does mend.
Christ, my elder brother,
He has paid the cost.
My loving Lord and Savior,
Will never leave me lost.
Melynda Williams
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