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Love

Propelled by the urge,
My search leaves me disappointed at best
What with all the glitz and glam
Blood and gore is all they make me see.

So I close my eyes 
And wonder why
With all your glory, power and majesty
Forsaken, You chose humanity?

As I linger by the Pharisees 
Awaiting Your response
I see the writing on the sand
Mercy me I cry. 

And so dropping all charges 
I kneel right there 
The hunter and the hunted
Feasting on lavish Divine grace

Would I have climbed the tree?
Were I the one at the well?
Or would it be me the one
Who betrayed You and left you alone?

Wherever I had been
Forgiving, loving Faithful one, I moan
Snatched up by tender talons
Riding on eagle's wings

Now it strikes me once again
It's the Love I tried to comprehend
Written allover me I find the stamp, the seal
Willfully, no longer mine.

As I attempt a walking side by side
Dark though the valleys be
I'll solemnly await the glorious sight
Of my Redeemer who held me through the night. 









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