My Saviour

Once, in my darkest hour, I
Reached for a hand to hold.
I felt that I was drowning and
My fingers did enfold
A hand so strong, yet gentle, that
I knew that I was safe.
He lifted me so my head rose
Above the crashing wave.
He pulled me quickly to the shore
And as my feet touched land,
I looked and saw my Saviour had
A nail hole in His hand.
I fell down to my knees. I cried
And worshipped Jesus there.
He lifted all my burdens and
Removed my every care.
“Now go and help your brothers and
Your sisters in this life,
Until I come to take you home,
Removing all your strife.
For as you do to all of these
So you have done to me.
And by this service you will find
You`ve truly been set free.”

©2017 Denise McKenney
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God bless,
Denise McKenney