Oh Lord Jesus . . .lover of my soul,
even as you knew what you faced at the cross . . .
still you went.
On that tree you died for me . . .
my soul is thrilled. . .
to think You died for me.
I would rather focus on Sunday morning ...
but my heart holds me here on Friday.
I am forced to search my heart . . .
I want to be like you Lord. .
I want to have a heart of love . . .
I say that I love ...
I say that I care ...
I say that forgive...
and then . .
my words and actions reveal the truth ...
. . .to think you died for me!