Poem: Jesus Saves!


Jesus Saves
In the depths of despair, when all seems lost,
Jesus saves, the mighty King of all,
When darkness surrounds, and hope is tossed,
His grace and mercy, they never fall.

Jesus saves, through His sacrifice,
With gentle words, He calms the storm,
Our sins erased, our hearts made wise,
His healing touch, our lives transform.

No burden too heavy, no soul too far,
Jesus saves, His love knows no bar,
Reaching out to every shining star,
He lifts us up, to where we are.

In times of trouble, when trials oppress,
Jesus saves, brings comfort and redress,
His arms are open, in Him we find rest,
His love, a beacon, guiding us best.

So let us lift our voices high,
Jesus saves, let His name fill the sky,
Proclaim His love, let it never die,
In Him, our hope and salvation lie.

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