At the point of our deepest betrayal, when we had run our farthest from him and gotten so lost we could never find our way home, God came and died to rescue us.
You have never been loved like this.
You run from me, but I pursue
Each step you take, I'm there with you
...My heart for you burns with desire
...An all-consuming, lover's fire
My wayward bride I'll ever woo
All-powerful, Creator too
But all my thoughts come back to you
...Though my creations you admire
You run from me
As madness in this world ensues
My open arms will comfort you
...And finally you will inquire
...Who's love your brokenness inspired
At last this savior's dreams come true
You run to me
A/N: Yet again, fictionpress destroyed my formatting. This is a rondeau, a french (I think) form poem. The (...) is supposed to be indented. The italicized refrain should be indented twice. ...just in case you care.