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 Ask me Why?

Ask me Why?

You ask why?
The answer is because.

You ask why I follow this Jesus.
Why I love Him the way I do?
When the world's turned away from His teachings
and the people who serve Him are few.
Define service you, tell me just what you expected me to do.
It's not the rewards I'm after
Or gifts that I hope to receive
It's the Presence that calls for commitment
It's the Spirit I trust and believe.
Works all are good and rewards he will give but don't trust in your own good for salvations from him. The Lord doesn't shelter His faithful
Or spare them all suffering and pain;
Like everyone else I have burdens,
And walk through my share of rain. The pain we all have is absorbed in his side where the spear thrust poured out his water and blood.  Yet He gives me a plan and a purpose,
And that joy only Christians have known,
I never know what comes tomorrow,
But I do know I'm never alone. He says that he dwells within us and as long as we follow him he keeps us. It's the love always there when you need it;
It's the words that redeem and inspire,
It's the longing to ever be with Him
That burns in my heart like a fire. The fire in the ashes of a Phoenix reborn the central focus of us all should be the Cross.
So you ask why I love my Lord Jesus.
Well, friend, that's so easy to see
but the one thing that fills me with wonder is
Why Jesus loved someone like you and me. The wonder is that he came and he DID it at all the people eye meet the people that fall would not wait one hour with someone to come. You cannot judge GOD by the people he made some are goats some are bad some are good they are sheep.
Author CharlaX

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