Yes, Jesus Loves Me

 Yes, Jesus Loves Me 


Yes, Jesus Loves Me:

This I Know,

Because the bible tells me so.

Jesus loves me this, I know.

He came in love. He bleeds in love.

He died in Love with you and me:

He rose in love, that I might know.

Yes, that Jesus loves me:

This I know, seated at the right hand of God our Father, in love;

Interceding in Love on my behalf.

Yes, Jesus loves me: this I know.

Forgiving in love, reveal in love

Discipline in love revealing in love

Yes, Jesus loves me.

As He watches over me in love.

Yes, Jesus loves me:

He guides me in love,

He tried me in love.

He teaches me to do right when I want to do wrong.

Yes, Jesus loves me.

He adopted me in love.

Yes, Jesus loves me.

Day by day: in love.

This I know.

Because the bible tells me so.

 

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