You Loved Me
When I was alone in the darkness, you were there calling my name.
I reached out my hand and you were there to grasp it.
You picked me up, carried me, loved me, and cleansed my wounds.
With compassion and without prejudice, you loved me.
You taught me how to love and how to live.
Even when I fought against you, you loved me enough to let me go.
I tried to make it on my own and tried to replace your love.
I tried to forget you, but I failed, for you were truly in my heart.
When I was scared and bleeding everyone around me left.
They had left me there to drown in my own selfishness.
They did not care; they had no compassion, for they were judges.
But in the darkness of the night, I heard your voice calling my name.
I could not see, for I was blinded by my own pity.
All I could do was cry out, and reach out my hand.
I was afraid of you, like a child who had broken his father's heart.
But you did not scold me.
Your loving arms picked me up, and once again you carried me.
Even though I had fallen and gone against you, you loved me.
With compassion and without prejudice, you loved me.
And I will never forget your words, "Welcome home, my child."
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