Reading what was written
I began writing and singing
As a little child I listened
Hoping, believing, and waiting
Knowing Jesus is mine
A few more years
Unexpected changes brought desperation
Crying out for understanding
It came
Unchanging Word, Jesus is mine
Life got busy growing up
Dreaming time away
Awaiting the unknown
Moved further south
Just to find, Jesus is mine
Still reading, still writing
Remaining and abiding
At times reflecting upon the past
Grace & mercy by His faithful love for me
Jesus is mine.
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