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 From my birth
To the world, I did turn.
The world lashed back,
I asked why, and did learn.
I learned that above
A tender voice speaks out,
Soft and hidden;
A loving voice that I sought.
I’ve fallen so far.
But I’m caught by His grace.
He dissolved my fear.
My dark pain, He erased.
He reaches for me
From the heavens above.
My wearied soul
Resting on wings of love.
His Gentle Spirit;
Jesus, my friend;
Who’s waited and waited
For my wounds to mend.
He sees me when I’m lost.
He knows me when I don’t.
He loves me when I can’t.
He guides me when I won’t.
On my knees,
To His voice, I listen,
With my eyes closed
He shows me what’s missing:
A treasure uncovered
Deep in my soul;
A droplet of God,
Making me whole.
The world lashes back.
But His love, I now show;
‘Cuz my Friend and Saviour
Is the only life that I know.
poem by Dean Robinson
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