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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 loves someone like me.


~ Author Unknown ~