I am a blood washed child of Jesus Christ, the King of Kings.


My heart belongs to Jesus,

Although others dearly loved,

He comes before the dearest,

I am bought with His own blood.


Eyes fixed on my Redeemer,

Bonded to my precious Lord,

He’s given me His Spirit,

And has given me His Word.


Wandering so many years,

In this barren desert land,

Suffering without relief,

Until Jesus took my hand.


I don’t want to leave His side,

The Lord Jesus calls me friend,

Nor for any, Him betray,

Near by grace, until the end.

Cathy White 2008 ©

Luke 22:48 But Jesus said unto him, Judas, betray you the Son of man with a kiss?