Jesus paid the price for me

I took a stroll to places that depict beauty,
And in my walk, some were day,
Some were night, some were inviting,
Some were not so—–pleasant.
Yet, through it all, the walk, the journey,
the experience, the places, people,
showed me—-the true me of who I am.
And I thought at first, oh no that couldn’t be me,
not so elegant, sweet, classy, grand, graceful,
as I thought I was, as I thought I should be,
as I thought I am.  And I thought again, wow!

Could this really be me????  
As I began to contemplate Jah, Allah, Yahweh,
God,  Ye Su, Ji Du, Nante Koto Kashira,
Jesus felt…..not so much as he suffered for me.
As it was told to me—in biblical terms… dark me,
light me, colored me.…Jesus betrayed, denied,
neglected, and rejected—for me, for you.
And I kept asking why???? Wondering who is,
Allah, Jah, Yahweh, Jehovah Jireh, Ye su, Ji Du,
Nante Koto Kashira who is me????
So I kept praying, hoping,
even when I felt my pride betrayed—-,
left me, showed me something new,
different—I was smiling, really, really smiling.
Even when I thought love left me, love cursed me,
and there was no hope for me.
Even when I felt void, no heart beat,
thumping love in me, to me—-I was dancing,
really, really dancing, singing,
forgetting that you were greater, I was lesser…
you were lighter than me, I was darker than you.
You were smarter, brighter than I,
as I felt foolish that you saw through me.
Even when you had the mansion
and I had the small shack, hut, home, I smile.
forgetting my tears.  And in my walk I felt no shame,
no fear, as I hold my head so high.
I kept walking, remembering those hymn sang in church,
on stage, those musical notes, tone, harp, guitar,
singing sweet melody, sound in my head.
As I sing, as I say hi, hello, how you doing,
Buenos Dias, waving without a care!!!
Even when I made no sense in my action—- to you, to me,
I pass you by, as you pass me by,
I felt free, really, really free, because I know even though
They call him Jah, Jehovah Jireh,
Yahweh, Allah,

Ye su, Ji Dui, Nante Koto kashira, “You are God!
Jesus, is with me
Yes he loves you and me.
And he tells me to tell you, thank you, thank you, thank you,
for teaching me to let go of pride
that my walk was with him
and that I was really, really “FREE,”
cause God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh, Jehovah Jireh,
Jesus paid the price for you; yes he paid the price for me.

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