O, my mighty lord!
you died for me on cross.
With you I can afford
life free from my foes.
How good is this place?
where is no more pain,
where isn't age or race,
which Jesus helped us obtain.
He died, so we could live.
He carried all of our sins.
He helped me to forgive.
With you, everyone wins.
You are sinless, I am bad.
You are calm, I am mad.
You are powerful, I am weak.
But with you, I'm on peak.
Oh, god, you are good,
even when I'm in bad mood,
and you will always be.
I know you will set me free
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Author:
Jesus is Lord (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: September 29th, 2025 13:37
- Category: Religion
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Comments1
Nice working of rhyme and meter in this poem that flows along to the end. Well done
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