Why, my love, did you walk away?
What dream drove you to depart?
Did someone lead you astray?
I wait at night, with broken heart.
Why, my love, did you turn your back?
What spell has been cast on you?
Did your mind suddenly crack?
I wait at nigh, my heart is blue.
Oh, my love, I called and called your name.
My cries floated afar carried by autumn wind.
I painted messages vivid, but you never came.
Oh, my love, my messages you did not find.
Why, my love, do you choose to hide?
What fear is binding your every move?
Did you think you could not confide?
I wait at night, my love to prove.
Oh, my love, look at my deeply scarred hands.
I hold them out to give welcoming embrace.
I will search every day for you, Even to foreign lands,
Oh, my love, I will search to find your secret place.
Why, my love, do you still look away?
Why, my love, did you ignore me again today?
Why, my love , wont you take time to pray?
I wait at night, to wash your sins away.
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We have a God who is very passionate about people from every land, tribe and nation.
How crazy is he about you?
God so passionately loved you that he sent his one and only son so that who ever believes in him will not perish, but have everlasting life.
The scarred hands are Christ's hands bearing the scars of the cross.
If you doubt God's passion, read my poem There's a crisis at the cross. Better still, read Mark's Gospel in the Bible.