Jesus loves me

Jesus Loves Me

I was sittin’ on the porch steps, boots worn clean through,

Watchin’ shadows chase the sunrise, feelin’ black-and-blue.

My heart’s a busted banjo, strings all out of tune,

But a voice soft as morning dew said, “Son, I’m holdin’ you.”

Jesus loves me, this I know,

When the mirror won’t look back and my soul’s too low.

He loves me when I can’t find one kind word for myself,

Wraps my trembling in His mercy, sets my shame up on the shelf.

I don’t understand the ache, the why behind the pain,

But I feel His hand in mine through every tear like rain.

Life’s a fragile sparrow wing, one gust and it’s gone,

Time’s a sweet old fiddle tune that fades before the dawn.

I’ve held dying dreams in these calloused hands of clay,

Yet He sings over the wreckage, turns my midnight into day.

Jesus loves me, this I know,

When the nights are long and the cold wind blows.

He loves me when I can’t love myself,

Lifts the weight I’ve carried till I’m someone else.

I don’t know why the road winds sharp and steep,

But I trust He’s walkin’ every mile I weep.

When the devil hums his sorrow in the hollow of my chest,

And every note I try to play just trembles into mess—

I hear Mama’s cracked voice on that worn-out 78,

“Jesus loves the little children,” and I’m still His child tonight.

So I’ll pick these broken praises on a guitar scarred with grace,

Let the harmony of heaven mend the lines upon my face.

Tomorrow’s not a promise, but this moment, sweet and true—

His love is breath inside my lungs, and it’s carrying me through.

Jesus loves me, this I know,

When my knees give out and the tears won’t slow.

He loves me when I can’t love myself,

Holds every shattered piece till I’m made whole in His wealth.

Yeah, life is fragile, life is fast,

Time is sweet but it won’t last—

But Jesus loves me, and His love holds fast.

Yes, Jesus loves me…

Yes, Jesus loves me…

He stoops to wipe my tears and calls me by my name.