A small testimony...

Jesus touched me

Everyday, every moment
Jesus asked me to look into His eyes.
He wanted to tell me something
But I never dared to reply

I was afraid that He would open my sins
I never wanted to display.
I was afraid that He would ask something
I never wanted to give away.

But when I looked into His loving eyes
There were no accusations, no demands.
They said silently, "I love you"
And He enfolded me in His bleeding hands.

Poetry by Amy Valentina
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Written on 2008-09-11 at 09:49

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this was the poem, after that i saved u as my writing friend...but i couldnt comment on that day..

but such an excellent work...

last stanza is so truthful and wow

absolutely beautifull