My Jesus, my beloved
I come to surrender myself at Your feet
grateful my Lord
as You forgave me
changed my heart
You gave Your life for me
in such a cruel death
why did You love me?
if I'm only a vile sinner
I want to prostrate myself before You Jesus, in silence
to recognize that I don't deserve Your love for me
My Jesus, my beloved
I want to wet Your feet with my tears
I want to kiss them (His feet) and stay like that
and to let all my being spill over before You
“If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.” ― Terry Pratchett.