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Lover of My Soul
by Marijo Phelps Oh, my Jesus, You were there all along. In the writings of my stormy youth It was You I lost You I grieved for without knowing it, You I left behind, Not some mortal love waning But my love for You, The lover of my soul. And I wondered at my depression, Not realizing that it couldn't find relief Without Your saving grace. I sought to fill up emptiness of soul With materialistic mirages Passing people,unrealistic philosophies And couldn't understand Why they didn't fit. Then I grew to "enlightenment", And rejection of the Father. You were there waiting still How Your heart must have broken, Yet You steadfastly loved me. I compounded unbelief and rejection With experimentation and exploration Into the highways of worldly pleasure And You cried a loving tear Protecting me - so many times my very life And me refusing, scorning still. It must have seemed an eternity Until I'd tried all there was to try I'd been so many faces and places There were no numbers left to count them Restless, searching, seeking to fill That awful, gnawing emptiness in my soul, Yet still I wouldn't seek But argued, scoffed and ridiculed Those so weak as to believe in god To say nothing of a personal savior Who was crucified, dead, buried And resurrected for me! And to know that You waited, Then forgave me, answered me, And led me into Your Word- Saved me, changed me, Let me see and feel and shine With Your radiant, fulfilling love That has filled to overflowing The God-shaped void Too long dead empty Within my longing, longing soul. I'm Yours, I'm Yours completely Oh, Jesus, patient lover of my soul!! My blog is: http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com/ (C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits. About Self Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |