Okay, under normal circumstances, I'm terrible at poems. Was this a pop enduced dillusion? I may never know...
Lord, I love you,
And you love me too!
I know that you will always be there for me,
On this you would agree.
My sins are terrible,
But you must have thought they were bearable.
For me, my sins you bore,
Even though it was quite a chore.
In heaven, I shall see you my King.
Though, I have nothing to bring.
Still, you accept me for who I am,
You think of me as your lamb.
I shall always be grateful,
Even though I was once so hateful.
Thank you Lord, for saving me,
For this I am filled with glee.