Friday, January 8, 2010

"Love That Runs" by Amy Carmichael

A great way off, and lo, the father saw him,
For keen the eyes that grief has washed with tears;
The son knew not that cords of love would draw him
From out the tangled snare of wasted years.

His father ran: Love's feet were never holden;
The kiss, the robe, the ring,the shoes declare
Eternal love, and wandering son embolden
To seek his Father's heart and find it there.

My Father, very wonderful Thy loving--
The Father ran. Oh, give and give again,
The love that runs, compassion ever moving
To welcome home the troubled sons of men.

1 comment:

Rosebud said...

Beautiful, both the poem and His love for us!