Your love is greater than mine,
love that is selfgiving, and selforgetting, and kind.
Your tears are purer than mine,
tears rolling down softly, so fine;
from thoughts of Your beloved ,
those Whom You gave everything for, coming to mind.
The peace that You give is full of rest,
peaceful and quiet tenderness,basking in hopefullness.
Your care for us is more than we can gather,
care so deep, so felt , our spirits and hearts to you Matter.
If only we knew, how much You gave, if only to Your sacrifice
of Love our attention was paid, If;
Only if we kept In mind
Jesus, Hossana, that You will and have always saved.
We run from Your touch of softness that breaks the hardest of stones,
to other things we sprint, things unfullfilling, and become more alone.
We turn our eyes and run quick to sin, and into darkness we begin to
sink in.
Your outstreched arms, they are always extended to Your children,
They are always there, waiting for us to fill them.
Come home, come home, Your daddy awaits, spread wide are His open gates.
Heaven is where Home is, Heaven is with God our father,
we are His kids.