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.