I asked Jesus, "How much do you love me", and I cried,
When He spread His arms upon the Cross, and died
For you and me He died the death of pure love
As the Father awaited His precious Son there above.

His love and devotion was always hallowed
He loved and took care of us and died in our stead.
We shall praise His sweet name forever, and then
When we remember all the mercies He gave to us again.

I asked how much He loves me and mine.
In my heart, I hear the words of love; so divine.
Won't you trust Him to love you too, my friend?
Into your life; many blessings He will send.

I asked again, Jesus, "How much do you love me?"
He again spread His arms and said, "Until total victory."
I knelt and wept at His love, and forgiving reaction
Knowing my heart, (if one compared) was only a fraction.

I asked Jesus again, "How much do you love me, my Savior?"
In my mind I saw Him put His hands on a cross, to endure.
I asked, "Why Lord?"...He said, "So you’ll suffer no loss."
It was then I knew I would live for Him at any cost.


©Pearlie Duncan Walker
Jan. 20, 2007
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