My sweet Jesus

 My sweet Jesus,

I’ve known Your name my whole life.

I sang the songs. I bowed my head.

I believed in You—

But now… I understand You.

Not all at once.

Not in a grand moment.

But slowly,

Through years of stumbling,

Through heartbreak,

Through quiet mornings where I felt Your nearness more than I ever had before.

I used to wonder why it had to be the cross.

Why blood had to be spilled.

Why You, sinless and holy, had to take my place.

But now I see—

It was love.

Always love.

You died because we were drowning,

Because nothing we could ever do

Would be enough to fix what sin broke.

You stepped in.

You said, “I’ll take their place.”

And You did.

Willingly. Lovingly. Completely.

I get it now.

You’re not just a part of my faith—

You are my hope.

You are the reason I can face each day,

The strength behind my peace,

The mercy that greets me every morning.

You are the friend who never leaves,

The Savior who never fails,

The Shepherd who came looking for me

Even when I didn’t know I was lost.

My sweet Jesus,

You’re everything.