There is a comfort

There is a comfort in knowing a Love,

which even for me has been reserved.

I could wander the crags,

of a life lived in rags,

and still my riches would be preserved.

I could stray from the pack,

and belonging I would lack,

but His Love would not cease to flow,

into my soul which He harkens,

as hope dwindles and darkens,

and my Heart could not be more known.

There is a comfort in knowing a Love,

which requires no purchase or worth.

I can stumble and suffer,

yet freely I shall offer,

my Heart which He's cherished since birth.

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