Jesus Loves Me

Jesus loves me this I know,
So why do I so often show?
A life of sin, which turns from Him,
A sickening thought, an evil grin.

For the Bible tells me so,
So why do I not read it and know?
How God is love and I am not,
How Jesus came and cleansed each spot.

Little ones to Him belong,
So why do I so often wrong?
The ones He loves and wants to feed,
And hurt the ones He wants to lead.

For they are weak and He is strong,
So why do I not rest upon?
His loving arms and still attempt,
To finish that which He was sent.

Joshua