| Well I almost ripped the pages Out of my journal for you, dear. Ashamed of my past love And its greatness* compared to ours. Now my tortured soul is free again And I thank the Lord For his faithfulness to me in all situations. He has chosen for me now The path I longed to take But selfishly denied, While I justified my attatchment By stripping away all my beliefs. He has shattered the confusion And caught me in his arms Sweetly singing over me His neverending love. My world makes sense again And the Lord has won this battle When I could not; When I was held captive By my own desires. I never really understood How you watch over me- How you come to my rescue And tenderly dry my tears. The King of all the ages Softly calls me to his throne And I bow before him Then run into his arms. |
| Restoration |
| 10/15/02 1:46 AM |
| * that "love" was five years old... how in the world could it be compared? |