Divine Lover

Divine Lover



In the shrouded shadows, my soul sore-bound,

I cower, eyes shut against fear’s power.

His Voice beckons to my heart this hour,

Sweet, as His heart, pure Light abounds.



Chains crack, severed by Savior’s blood outpoured,

The crimson tide purging me from all sin.

In awe before Him, praise wells from within;

Love for the Lover, stronger than the sword.



With unveiled heart and relentless pursuit,

The Lover draws near, offering His hand,

Nail-scarred, eyes calling, giving new commands.

His heart cuts through my walls down to the root.



Pressing on to Him, I obey His Word

That is the Truth. His Love can sound the depths

Of time and still remain as plains windswept.

Not needing me, He clears the path of burs.



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