A Brother of Mine
I have a brother, quite a hero of mine.
He has a certain way of keeping me in line.
I have my ups and my downs, but for him, never.
He’s up no matter what, He’ll be perfect forever.
He’s humble, grateful, loving, and kind.
He even healed the sick, the lame, and the blind.
I strive to be like Him, everyday.
To perfect myself, like Him, I silently pray.
To perfect myself, like Him, I silently pray.
He’s the perfect example of everything good,
Reminding me of all things, to do, I should.
I am a daughter of a King, a God,
And so, I promise to hold to the iron rod.
He’s the shepherd of his herd, the light of the world,
Waving the banner of His gospel, proudly unfurled.
I don’t know all things, I don’t even know a lot;
But I know, because of his love, alone I am not.
The world is full of darkness, hatred, and sin…
But in the battle over evil, I know good will win.
In moments that I can feel the Spirit near,
If I listen really hard, I hear His whisperings in my ear.
To love Christ is to love everyone,
For the amount of people He doesn’t love is none.
Service and charity are all part of the job;
He gave us everything; helping others is our way not to rob.
Of all the money I earn, I pay ten percent,
Knowing that everything that I have was from him to me, lent.
This gospel means the world to me,
And I hope I can worthy be.
Bringing this joy to others is the mission of many;
It doesn’t matter who they are, the Lord accepts any.
This brother of mine is quite the one to look to,
For he tells us of all things which are true.
He would give anything for you, and He did,
To make sure that all of our ungodliness is from us rid.
He died on the Cross, among his own people.
Will we let that be in vain, or will we be the steeple,
The steeple that is high in the air, for everyone to see,
Sharing the gospel as a true example of He?
I don’t want this life to be a waste.
I want to be told that although I had many trials faced,
I stood strong, never forgetting who I was,
A daughter and a sister to two without flaws.
I am a beautiful soul, with worth beyond belief.
Knowing that I’m important to Him, brings me joyous relief.
He lives! He lives! I know that my Redeemer lives!
What comfort this sweet sentence gives.
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