Oh, Jesus, I Love You

He'd heard about his Saviour, about Jesus from the start
His mother and his daddy,
they had given Him their heart.

And now he watched in sadness as they hung Him on a cross 'Oh why....oh why dear Jesus would You die for these men Lost ?'

The crowd stood by in laughter.....they mocked Him and they spat 'Dear Jesus can you hear me?
I  could  never hate You like that.'

A woman just behind him,
she got down upon her knees
The tears on her face falling....she cried
'Oh, don't hurt him please.'

Nearby a man was weeping,
 and he cried out:
   'Why.....oh  Why?'
'Don't  you know that Jesus gives His Life for you and  I  ?'

The little boy was watching all the faces wretched in sin
He wondered of this Saviour....'why would He died just for him ?'

His daddy walked toward him
to place his hand upon his face
Said:
'Son,  that man is Jesus and He suffers in your place.'

The little boy was puzzled and he looked up at his dad
"Oh daddy....tell me daddy,  why does He look so sad ?"

And then his daddy told him about how Jesus was God's  Son
All about His Saviour,
how He was the Chosen One.

Then after just a while that young boy was kneeling down
Crying  'Jesus, Jesus, Save me!
Oh my Saviour have  I  found!'

A short time later,
soldiers pierced Him  thru'  and  thru'
That little boy stood boldy and yelled
'Oh  Jesus......I  love you!'

Tell me,  if you'd been there,
would you laugh or would you cry ?
Could you to comprehend the Love
it took for Christ to die?

Would you be that one kneeling...would you say
'Lord,  I  Believe ! '
Oh Precious, Precious Jesus..how  I  hope that  I  would  grieve.

Sometimes  I  wonder Lord,
how come You love me so much?
I  never shall  deserve it.....yet  I  long so for Your touch.

And  I'm so glad that You made my heart brand new,
dear Lord I  know 'twas  nothing  I  could do-'twas not on my own accord.

I hope if I had been there..I  would kneel
and Praise Your Name
I hope that I would realize
that You were not to blame.

And for my time that's spent here on earth,
oh  Lord I pray
That  I'll tell others about Your Sacrifice,
and work for You each day.

I'll  try to always witness-how
You washed me white as snow
So many are Lost,
and Precious Jesus,
they just don't know.

I'm  watching and  I'm waiting,
and upward Lord, my eyes be cast
Because I know that one day I'll see You
and  I'll be Home at  last.

So dear Lord, in all that I ever do and say while I'm here
and for those times
when I feel so discouraged
and all alone
Let me always remember that this earth is NOT my home.

And help me to remember too,
not to love the things that are in this wicked, wicked world.

Author/Written by: Tammy Boatman-Young 2003

Note: I asked Tammy why she didn't
"copyright" her poems.
She says,
"I promised The Lord that I wouldn't "copyright" my poems.
They can be used by anyone who wishes to use them.

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