Glorious

LookinG down
on us, always
w a t c h i n g,
aLways there.
His arms keep
me safe ‘n near
in my d a r k e s t days. He h e a r s my cry.
H e is my c o m f o r t, the father I n e v e r had.
a K i n g whose c r o w n Of thorns is G O L D E N.
E v e n when I t u r n my back, d i s a p p o i n t him,
He welcomes
me b a c k with
o p e n aRms.
The Most High.
Creator, the Core
Lord over all.
Who am I that
He would d I e
F o r m e?
what m a n y
f a i l u r e s
I m a k e-
I am fOrgiven.
By His love,
By His sacrifice.
I a m s a f e.
It t r U l y is
a l l because
O f J e S u s
that I am alive.