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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Feb 15, 2007 4:19:54 GMT -5
When I Came Home
When I came home, He did not say, "Oh, child, you've hurt Me so! I searched through every brier patch, I hunted high and low ...
Sometimes so close, your lashes brushed My cheek as I passed by." He only said, "Come to My heart. Stay right here, by My side."
When I came home, He loved me, Altogether, without cause; Never chided me a bit, Never spoke of His great loss.
It was all about the happiness, Since I was by His side, And He never said a thing about My sinful ways; my pride.
When I came home, - Rejoicing! It was all across the land! He laughed out loud... and never Made a point of His scarred hand.
I think I can forgive a lot When I consider Him, Who put me right beneath His heart; So I would not stray again!
© 2004 by Joan Clifton Costner source:http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
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