Assurance - Poem by Jeanette Telusma
My life is in His hands, the Lover of my soul.
All that I need and hope to be is wrapped up in His hands.
I am captivated by His unconditional love towards me.
He loves me just as I am. He calls me His master piece.
In spite of my imperfections He calls me His master piece.
How do I run away from such a Lover, the Lover of my soul.
Continuously He is at work in and around my life.
He is the very essence of my existence, the air I breathe.
His love is like no other, I can't fully explain.
I do know for sure, this love I've never known.
Faithful is He to them that loves Him.
I have assurance in Him and His love.
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