Finders Keepers

I seek you.
I long for you.
I seek with all my heart.
In this world of sin,
We need a saviour.
‘Seek and ye shall find.’
So, I seek, I hunt, I yearn.
I sought you, you whom my soul loves. I found you… You found me.
In sackcloth and ashes I am found.
You call me son, though I say servant.
So I arise.
You embrace me, ‘Abba!’
Thankyou for loving me as I am, not just as I should be.
Thankyou for finding me, for keeping me.

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