Monday, January 30, 2012

A poem about my Savior Jesus Christ


Softly he lifts me, his eyes full of knowing, understanding.

As he holds me close, healing me. Restoring me with

Virtue, by his grace. He looks down

In compassion on my trembling heart. Scarred hands

Outstretched in mercy and love. He holds the key to forgiveness, my

Redeemer, come to rescue my soul, to bring me home.

                                                                       -Katy Woodruff

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