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.