Treasure Island

Nicole Wobster


Your Child


I'd been searching for so long
Looking for an answer to fill this empty void in my soul
Then the day came
At the sound of Your name I knew
Your were the answer
And You were calling me to come
So I did
I've never been the same since then.
Then I was driving along the icy highway
In a flash, it was all gone
My home, my family, my friends, my life
My eyes opened to a new world
And I saw You standing with arms wide open
My heart filled with a joy that is incomparable
I ran and embraced my Savior
As tears of joy slipped from my eyes
You whispered to me
'Welcome home, my child. I love you.'
And I realized
This is all I want
All I've been searching for
All I am,
Your child.

Submitted: Thursday, April 03, 2008
Edited: Thursday, April 03, 2008

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