A Wounded Heart
I wandered away
From the love of my Lord
Beckoned by charm
And sweet honeyed words....
Come trust me
Trust me I am here
Come trust me, O yes
There's no need to fear
I'll slowly pick at the
Wounds in your heart
I'll balm them with sweetness
I'll lure you more
And then when your heart
Painful bleeding ,so raw
Is tortured in agony
I'll be here no-more
I'll leave you to fester
To waste in your pain
And then when your broken
Sweetly I'll tempt you again
Feeling so empty
So lost with despair
So broken for trusting,
The cruel hand of false care
Where is my refuge?
O where can I fly?
And then through my grief
The blessed cross looms so high
Dear Saviour, O Jesus forgive me I pray
For running from Thee
For turning away
Nothing, O nothing can satisfy me
Than your sweet beautiful love, so true and so free
The worlds empty promises, nothing but dross
Keep me, forever keep me
At the foot of Your cross
AMEN!!
I was thinking of those who have forgotten the Lord. And how they can come back, to the Lord for those who have forgotten Him.
Bob
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