by Lucy M. Young
Once I wandered alone and lonely,
My heart was empty and cold;
There seemed to be nothing to live for,
Nothing to which I could hold.
Then one day He spoke to me softly,
I didn't hear Him at first;
But slowly and gently He entered my heart,
My soul was no longer accursed
With emptiness, bitterness, sadness -
They'd been driven out by His love.
I rejoiced in my new-found freedom
Given me by my Father above.
Lord, I come to you now in thanksgiving
For the many blessings you've given;
I am never alone, for I walk each day
With my wonderful Father in Heaven.
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