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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