Apart From Jesus


Apart From Jesus
By Christine Hare Tate

Like the soil with no seeds

Or a tree without roots,

Apart from my Jesus

I too can’t bear fruits.

Like a chair without legs

Or a house built on sand,

Apart from my Jesus,

I too could not stand.

Like a harp without strings

Or a bird that can’t tweet

Apart from my Jesus

My life’s incomplete!

Like a bee without honey
Or a fish out of water

Apart from my Jesus

There is no order.

Like a car without fuel

Or a cart with no horse,

Is my life without Jesus,

For He is my source!




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