Nov 2015
I would not know that wounded hearts will never bend
Except it's by the gentlest wind
Had You not blown Your love on me
I did not know that arrows sprung with poisoned darts
Could be dislodged from human hearts
Till You began to set me free
How should I know that crushing loss can by its pain
Yield intimacy's most treasured gain
Unless You gave Your Word to me?
I could not know that failures worse than greatest fears
Might actually bless through staining tears
This soul undone by Your decree
But now I know that Love's own touch
Brings untold joy which healeth much
From One Who cleaves so faithfully
Except it's by the gentlest wind
Had You not blown Your love on me
I did not know that arrows sprung with poisoned darts
Could be dislodged from human hearts
Till You began to set me free
How should I know that crushing loss can by its pain
Yield intimacy's most treasured gain
Unless You gave Your Word to me?
I could not know that failures worse than greatest fears
Might actually bless through staining tears
This soul undone by Your decree
But now I know that Love's own touch
Brings untold joy which healeth much
From One Who cleaves so faithfully
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