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Author: woodstock1969
Fiction Rated: K - English - Spiritual - Reviews: 2 - Published: 05-27-06 - Updated: 05-27-06 - id:2181892

Cold and hungry,

thirsting for love,

stumbling through life alone,

I fell to my knees at Your door.

I did not cry out,

I said not a word,

but You heard me,

You heard my soul calling You.

You opened the door

and found me lying there,

unconscious at Your feet.

You gathered me up

in Your loving embrace,

held me to Your chest

and placed Your life in me.

You brought me into the warmth, the light,

gave me food and wine

to feed my body, feed my soul.

You clothed me in Your love,

I, most undeserving,

yet You let me into Your heart.

You brought me home,

made me Your child

and promised to love me forever,

forever, unconditionally.

You brought me in

from the cold, dark night

and put me beside the hearth,

melting the ice around my soul

with Your loving gaze.

I’m here with You,

and I’m home.



© Copyright 2006 woodstock1969 (FictionPress ID:475261).


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