About the Poem
At one time, I was depressed because I did not have a man in my life, but then I realized that there was a man in my life . . . and He's been there all along.
The Man In My Life
|by Jennifer Bobrick|
|He knows that I'm not perfect, nor does he expect me to be.
He forgives me when I ask him, for the man in my life loves me.
He's no man like any other, no one could ever compare.
I'll never know another love like the love this man and I share.
This love is pure and sacred, no one can take that away.
He'll always be my protector, he watches over me night and day.
This man was put to death, so that I might be free.
How can I ever repay him, for dying on the cross for me?
I'll start by saying a prayer and asking forgiveness when I roam.
Then I'll reach my arms out to him, when he comes to take me home.
It's a trip that'll be worth taking and many others will also be there.
We'll laugh and sing and celebrate, in honor of the joy we'll share.
Though my life has not been easy, there has been trouble and strife.
But I thank Jesus for walking beside me, and for being the man in my life.
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