When did you walk away?
And when did you run, run, run?
And where are you going to stay?
Now that you've run, run, run?
Run back to your Sword.
And take up your Word.
Don't let the fear
Drag you to that place.
Wipe away your tears
From your empty face.
Run, run, run into His arms.
And stay, stay, stay in His heart.
You are His Beloved.
Beloved.
Beloved.
Beloved one.
(I wish I could put notes to this song...)
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Beloved One
Posted by Milk Mama at 9:02 PM 2 comments
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