My Savior

I stumble and fall,

Gaining cuts and bruises.

I make mistakes,

Hurting others and myself.

Sometimes I disobey,

Only because I can.

There is one.

He came to this Earth,

Perfect and whole.

In a small garden,

He bled for me.

On a small hill,

He died for me.

From a small tomb,

He rose for me.

He is the one who fully understands me.

He wraps his arms around me,

And pulls me up when I've fallen.

His spilt blood covers my mistakes,

Lets me start anew.

His love forgives my rebelliousness,

And gives me another chance.

With His help, love, and guidance,

I can be perfect,

Even like him.

My Savior knows me,

Cares for me,

Saves me.