But when my life took unexpected turns . . .
instead of reaching for His face,
I failed the test. I did not lean
into His arms of grace.
Bent and bleeding, shivering cold . . .
life had left me broken and alone.
When deep inside, a voice did call,
"Come home, my child. Come home."
Me? Could He be calling me?
With all my pain and guilt?
I'd turned away so many times . . .
So many walls I'd built.
"Come home, my child. Come home," he said,
reaching out his hands
the very ones
that for me had bled.
I had stumbled.
I'd done so much wrong . . .
How could I go to Him?
Would He take me after oh so long?
My answer quickly came,
when I simply turned His way.
Looked into His eyes and saw no blame,
He took all my guilt and pain away.
It didn't matter what I'd done,
nor how many times I'd run
Because always there within my reach,
was God's all forgiving Son.
Are you like me? Are you building walls?
What are you running from?
I've been there . . . and I've been here,
and now the battle's won.
Take a moment, listen to His voice
. . . it's the one you're yearning for.
Take His hand and let Him lead you
through that everlasting door.
And you'll be, His alone . . . .
that's all you'll want to be.
His alone is the face you'll want to see.
Text ©2000, 2001 Misty Taggart
Dedicated with everlasting love to my lifelong friends, Bob & Sandy Kunz.
"You are His alone . . ." Misty
Have you met my Jesus?
Oh, don't miss the chance to know him.
Becoming His alone . . . is so simple. Just talk to Him.
"I open the door of my life and receive You as my Savior and Lord. Thank You for forgiving my sins and giving me eternal life. Take control of the throne of my life. Make me the kind of person You want me to be. "
Misty
