In the silence of the deep night
I long for Your voice
As I look at the trail of hearts I've broken,
It pains me that at the end of that trail
Is Your heart.
In those nights that I had longed for other lovers
I now wonder why
I could not even bring myself to long for You.
You who died for me
You who picked me from the dust
You who never wavered.
But as the dawn breaks
I see Your hand
Open
Nail-scarred
Inviting me
To come back home.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
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