Wastelands
Do you know how much He loves you
wounded soul, hurting lamb.
Did you know His heart was aching
as from the flock you ran.
Now you try to kill the pain
cover all your guilt and shame,
hide behind your pride and stay
with your burden every day.
Did you know the Shepherd King
left the flock to search for you.
Spent and wasted in the dark
your feeble cry would light a spark.
Ever faithful, ever near,
your simple prayer He waits to hear.
As hosts of heaven rejoice and praise
surrender to His loving gaze,
gently he will bring you home
to graze lush pasture round His throne.
As rivers of His mercy flow
you're healed, forgiven, white as snow.
Talitha Hills
2003
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