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Here I am, wandering;

Lost and lonely, searching

For what's gone missing.

Is it a friend? Is it love?

Is it the very soul in me?

But You're all that

And so much more Lord;

You're the very breath in me.

Bring me back home

Into Your arms where I belong.

Blind and confused

I stared at those in peace;

How did they hold on and I couldn't?

I had no answers, none;

And I'd looked and looked.

And You sent me some angels

In the guise of people I knew

My mother, who loves me more each day

My friend, who in truth is haloed;

And that special man who sprung from nowhere.

You loved me for who I was

You fired the faults out of me

Molded rubbish into a masterpiece

Everyone who saw marvelled:

How could this be?

What have I done to deserve it?

Why have You poured Yourself out on 

An unworthy soul? Yet that's what makes You.

You love despite the ugly black spots

Nobody could fathom how You do it.

There is none like You.