| When I Came Home |
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When I came home, He did not say, "Oh, child, you've hurt Me so! I searched through every brier patch, I hunted high and low ... Sometimes so close, your lashes brushed My cheek as I passed by." He only said, "Come to My heart. Stay right here, by My side." When I came home, He loved me, Altogether, without cause; Never chided me a bit, Never spoke of His great loss. It was all about the happiness, Since I was by His side, And He never said a thing about My sinful ways; my pride. When I came home, rejoicing, It was all across the land! He laughed out loud and never Made a point of His scarred hand. I think I can forgive a lot When I consider Him, Who put me right beneath His heart; So I would not stray again! |
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