I thought of You
Today, my Jesus,
When I saw this thorny tree.

I considered You,
Today, my Lord,
How You suffered and died for me.

The tears spilled out
At the thought of Your love,
So pure, so gentle, so true.

I thank You dear Lord,
For Your sweet sacrifice,
That cleansed me
And made me brand new.

Nelda Johnson
Copyright 2020