Jesus is my really cool friend with long hair and a beard. We can talk about anything. He's always there when I need him, and he knows me even better than I do. I don't ever have to be alone, because I always have Jesus to chill with. He laughs at me/with me when I'm being stupid, and helps me to regain my priorities. I know he loves me, but I can't fathom how much. I know he'd die for me, and I like to think I'd die for him too. Sometimes I make him mad or sad, but he always forgives me, and if I ask him to, he helps not to do it again. He helps me with everything actually, and he always knows what's best for me. He takes care of my friends and family. No matter how bad things get, I know he's always got it under control. And when things are going really good, I know he's the one who set it all up. I love my friend. We should hang out more often...
