Wondering and thinking . . .
where would I be?
If Jesus didn’t come
looking for me.
I would still be lost,
still roaming around
going whichever way
my sorry soul found.
Stumbling on happiness,
always ending up sad
so many heartaches
were mine to be had.
Caught up in regret,
fraught with pain
my rebellion and pride
were sin’s ugly stain.
Always looking for pity,
in spite of the shame
that is until Jesus . . .
called out my name.
Now I am loved
from the world I’m free
ever since that day . . .
Jesus came looking for me!
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Revelation 3:20
King James Version
“Behold, I stand at the door, and knock:
if any man hear my voice, and open the door,
I will come in to him,
and will sup with him, and he with me.”
Copyright 2013
Deborah Ann Belka