Jesus

A love poem

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just suppose;

a bit far fetched

Tumble weed on traverse spence

he came to me amidst a breeze

he sought me when I was down on my knees

he loved me unconditionally

nestled through the leaves

time well spent in thought

the tide comes in it also rises

further into the quantum pulse

the memory sullen with velvet leaves

the price he had to pay for all our yesterdays

chosen from off the vine

crafted in by his great design

he seeks us early he sought us when we were down

through every valley and stream

Satan would buffet

the trials would come

but by his word we are free

caress the silver embrace the gold

as waiting heart to implode

onto a different episode

lay up your silver forfeit your gold

lines to be drawn in the sand

the embrace tender of her hand

lavender dew fresh on the morning sod

togetherness

a tender ear to reflect 

Jesus we must confess

we shall meet at the love fest

in God we trust

although nails in his hand

we shall understand

the masters ultimate plan

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and what great love He has for us that He suffered and forgive us even if we are sinners.