…about more poems from Bonnell

It was Me

Thank you, Jesus for healing the cripple; that was me not a man. I no longer crawl, I now can stand.  Thank You also for healing the blind. My darkened eyes can plainly see because, Jesus, that was me. Thank You also for healing the leper; my body was rotten outside and in. You touched me, Jesus, and I’m free from sin.  The woman touching the hem of your garment, a release of faith.  I have it too, it was me and never too late.  And, oh, how I thank You for Your Loving Word  read throughout this universe forever to be heard!

Perfection is Jesus

Do you think you’re too deep in sin to change your way of living and start over again?  You lie, steal and use God’s name in vain so you think He won’t accept you; you’ve lived too long in shame.  Well, let me tell you, brother or sister, whoever you may be, perfection is not in anyone, except The One we need.  There was a man long ago who slew every Christian Jew he could find.  Then on the road of hate one day, our Lord struck him blind.  Paul was then a murderer of God’s Chosen people, the Jews, so, since He changed Paul, don’t you think He can change you?  Don’t persecute Him day after day.  He died for you so you could be saved. Rest assured, whoever you may be, He’ll look beyond your fault and see your need.  So, give Jesus your life.  Although perfection will not enter, just look to Him; you’ll be a saved sinner.