Jesus helps me write,
the things I want to say.
At times He just takes over,
and says it His own way.

My mind continuously working,
In the night my thoughts awake.
Quickly making notes,
before the memory slips away.

Soon the words start forming,
to share this precious gift.
The greatest love you’ll ever know,
eternally to live.

So simple to receive,
accept, believe, confess.
And one day soon, He’ll call us home.
To leave this wordly mess.

I’ve never felt the need to write,
about our Lord before.
An unending need to share so much,
to love forever more.

If any words reach one lost soul,
it makes it worth the time.
To share the grace and mercy,
so many seek to find.