Poem I wrote.
If It Weren't For Jesus
If it weren't for Jesus
Where would I be?
For all my sins,
Hung on that tree.
They mingled in His crimson flow.
That washed my sins, as white as snow.
Now free am I, from sins dread sway,
Since Jesus redeemed my soul that day.
No condemnation rests on me,
Since Jesus died to set me free.
When Jesus looks upon my face,
He'll see no sin, erased by grace!
For Him I shall forever live,
And lift my voice on High,
For I shall live eternally,
In that mansion in the sky!
If it weren't for Jesus
Where would I be?
For all my sins,
Hung on that tree.
They mingled in His crimson flow.
That washed my sins, as white as snow.
Now free am I, from sins dread sway,
Since Jesus redeemed my soul that day.
No condemnation rests on me,
Since Jesus died to set me free.
When Jesus looks upon my face,
He'll see no sin, erased by grace!
For Him I shall forever live,
And lift my voice on High,
For I shall live eternally,
In that mansion in the sky!
