I Left The Crowd To Find You

 My beautiful daughter, I saw you from afar...

And I came to Samaria, to take away your scar.

It was not the water, I wanted from the well...

For your heart I loved, but you could not tell.


I left the crowd, for you, to find...

To fill your cup, with my new wine.

I promised heaven, to seek my sheep...

For My heart hurt, when I saw you weep.


With desperation, across the grass...

I walked a path, to break the glass.

For the you reflected, was not You...

And I sought, to bring forth dew.


Worthy are you, child of mine.

Lost you were, but not unkind.

Till the sun, sets in the east...

You will never,


be the least.

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