I love you

and I will never let you go. These are the words that my Jesus told me.

Thank you for the cross, Lord.
Thank you for your nail-pierced hands.
Thank you for bearing all my sins and shame,
And through your death, you declared me as holy and blameless in your sight.

I love you too, Jesus, and I don't want to let you go.

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