New Life

Like a suitor He courted me
The Great I Am
Wrote his love letters and poetry on my heart
He wooed me and did not give up
Even when I scorned his love

My God is a passionate God
A just and jealous God
Whose love for me is a raging storm
Then a gentle rain
He took my broken heart
Satiated my desperate soul

What can I give in return?
Nothing, except myself


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