Love
I have found a love unlike any other
I've not seen Him,
Nor touched His hand
Or heard His voice.
I have never seen Him laugh
No, I have not felt the wetness of His tears.

He is with me every day
Though often I cannot tell.
He has heard the sobs in my heart
And felt a pain worse than mine.
For me was He taken,
For others was He pierced.
His birth foretold His death,
For He was born to die.

His own crimes killed Him not.
Yea, He had none.
'Twas the hate of men that burdened His soul.
Nailed to a tree,
Crowned with humiliation
Was He crucified.

My love He is, first and forever.
I cannot see Him, but yet He loves me.
I cannot feel Him, and still He helps me.
He is my Lord, Redeemer, Savior and Friend.
He is Jesus.
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