Why, Jesus?

Why did I used to be afraid of You?
One so gentle, strong, and true.

For many years
I disregarded the bond
Of one who so easily
Others found fond.

I first heard Your name
When I was young.
You did many wonders;
They called You the Son.

You are known for Your love
Shown on the cross.
I kept my heart in the shade,
The side that grew moss.

So much time has gone by,
Yet You knew my heart,
And how much it sighed.

I feared, to give,” I say.
Yet You narrowed my path,
You stood in my way.

The seed You planted
You watered each day.
You held my soul,
Taught me to pray.

I praise You, Jesus,
And now hold You dear.
You gentled my heart
From year to year.

As each day passes
Let me look to You.
My heartbeat says Your name.
My Savior You are, it’s true.

© Kari L. Greenaway

Scripture References:
Jeremiah 17:10 I the Lord search the heart, I try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings.

This poem can be found in the book, “He Had You at Belief: A Collection of Christian Poetry”

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