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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