Anyway

There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love. We love him, because he first loved us.   1 John 4:18-19

In the morning I search for Your light

amidst the pre-dawn blackness,

it burns like a beacon in the night,

showing the way to freedom,

guiding the path to life;

Lord I love You, because

You loved me first,

when I broke Your heart,

You loved me anyway,

when I deserved only punishment,

You loved me anyway,

when I helped nail You to that cross;

You loved me anyway;

I stumble and fall,

You pick me up once again,

I run and hide,

You patiently stand waiting,

I spread seeds of hatred and doubt,

You love me anyway;

no one knows the struggle,

no one understands the darkness,

no one feels the emptiness,

but You;

You loved us anyway.

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