Thinking over what I have thought
reminds me more than ever now
It is not I that needs to wonder.
Although I have been deceived before,
I will not begin to let my soul,
be blinded again.
What a beautiful picture he paints,
If only I permit him to use his talents.
What a priceless friend he provides
if only I allow him to open this heart.
Trusting is such a terrible burden
until you have trusted,
the one who never lets you down.
Peace that passes understanding, priceless.
And hard to get back, once you have shunned it.
He gives freely but I am unable to receive,
due to my own shame and guilt.
How many days, weeks, years, will be wasted in sadness
when I had only to open my heart again.
I hear him calling,
I try to pick up and run to him.
Life trips me, evil slips me up.
Still he calls,
still he loves,
still he weeps... for me.