I love my kids. I love them when they’re good; I love them when they’re not. I love them because they are part of me, I do not like it when they fight or disobey or throw fits.
As I write this, I am reminded of how God feels toward me. He loves me when I’m good and when I am not. I am His, made in His image. I am sorry for the times I fight, disobey, and throw fits.
Jesus loves me this I know, For the Bible tells me so.
Little Ones to Him belong. They are weak, but He is strong…
Jesus loves me when I’m good, when I do the things I should.
Jesus loves me when I’m bad, even though it makes him sad.
Yes Jesus Loves me, Yes Jesus Loves me, Yes Jesus Loves me,
The Bible Tells me so….