Jesus Poem by Saint Cynosure

I cannot love the way he loves,
for he could never hate.
I cannot speak the way he speaks,
for I have to debate.
I cannot love in gentle ways,
I know this cause I've tried.
I cannot say that I am truth,
if so than I have lied.
Only he could take my place,
and die upon the cross.
Only he can wash me clean,
make my past a loss.
Its only him I'll ever praise,
JESUS is his name.
He's give to me his spirit,
I will never be the same.