My Jesus, Lover of My Soul,
How often you've wept for me,
Waiting there patiently,
I shall never know.
How often have I broken
Your true and precious heart-
By looking towards others
To fill that empty part?
Though often I have grieved you,
Yet you'd never leave;
But you waited for me,pleading...
"Don't you want me?
Don't you want me?"
Now and then you'd let me
See your loving face,
Always there 'till I was ready
To recieve your pure embrace.
My Jesus, Lover of my soul...
All the while 'twas you I was searching for.
You are my one true Love,
The Lover of my Soul.
And if someday you should choose
To comfort me in human arms,
I will surely know it is really you,
Loving me in borrowed form.
Karen L. King 2/12/10
