An inspiration...

You ask why I follow my Jesus

  • You ask why I follow my Jesus,
    Why I love Him the way that I do?
    Why I’d follow wherever He leads me?
    O’er paths chosen only by few.

    It’s not the rewards that I’m after,
    Or gifts that I hope to receive.
    It’s His Presence I crave ever more of,
    It’s His Spirit I trust and believe.

    The Lord doesn’t shelter His faithful,
    Or spare them all suffering and pain,
    Like everyone else, I have troubles,
    And trudge through my share of the rain.

  • For He gives me a plan and a purpose,
    And that joy that He shares with His own.
    I don’t know what’s coming tomorrow,
    But I do know I’m never alone.

    It’s His love always there when I need it;
    It’s His words that redeem and inspire,
    It’s my longing to ever be with Him
    That burns in my heart like a fire.

    So why do I love my Lord Jesus?
    My friend, that’s so easy to see,
    But the one thing that fills me with wonder,
    Is why Jesus loves someone like me.

  • ~ By Mary Butterfield (1926), adapted.