Dear Lord, I didn't know

that I was yours to heal.

I couldn't see my wounds

and still your balm was real.

Dear Lord, the tears I shed

I kept unto myself,

yet you set out to find me

as would the shepherd gather his lambs to himself.

Dear Lord, the price you paid,

much more than I would ask,

you kept unto yourself ~

you carried as your daily task.

Dear Lord, you bought my love ~

your voice to me is clear ~

so clear, I seek your love, and light,

for you have made it dear.