Growing Up with Preachers as Parents

Growing up with preachers as parents

and bibles as bedtime stories

it was hard not to fall in love with what I was surrounded by.

"God so loved the world he gave his one and only son."

How could someone sacrifice something so meaningful for a meaningless sinner?

My God could because he so loved each and every one of us.

Because I owe it to my God to bring Him the glory,

I identify myself as a follower of Christ.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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