My Creator
Loves me, His creation.
Nothing,
Not a thing
Will thwart His redeemed child from
Being brought to Him.
Waters high and
Rivers deep
Will not drown me,
Or wash me from His saving arms.
He will pay my ransom:
My Jesus, my Saviour!
I am His.
A polished jewel in His crown,
Rubbed clean with the cloth
Of His Holy Spirit.
Whether in the N. S. E or W
He brings me,
His prodigal,
Home!
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