by David Scott Robertson
My Precious Child,
Of all the people
In all the countries
In all the world
Who have ever lived
Or ever will live --
There is none like you.
All the wealth that has been discovered
All the wealth that lies undiscovered,
Combined,
Would not even scrape together a down payment
Towards equaling your value to Me.
I love you, dear one,
And it was my joy to hang on the cross
Just so that,
One day,
I could embrace you.
Love, Jesus
DSR
6/27/04