True Love


With dirty hands and a torn up heart

I kneel, waiting for good-bye

Instead, I see tears in Your eyes,

And welcoming, outstretched arms.

I hear Your cries,

"Come back to me my child,

"My Beloved!"

And by Your Grace alone, 

I leave it all and go

"Father!" I cry


"Send me!"


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