God's Gold

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I have remembered

I have not forgotten, my broken child

I was there when it happened

I watched from on high

Your fathers gathered in sin

Candles lit, delighting in evil

I was there when they sold you

Beneath the mighty oak

Whose shade I had made

To comfort your weary travelers

They did bargain for your soul

Your future they sold

They bought gold from my adversary

Bought it when I would have given it

If they had been faithful
But they loved darkness

I would have given so much more

But they would be their own kings

They have their reward

But you, my child

I have heard your cries

Oh how I have longed for this day

I have seen you on the road

I have run out to meet you

For you will I kill the fatted calf

I come to enfold you

In the tenderness of my embrace

I have come to you

To cover all of your shame

I have always loved you

But now, how you will see it

You will feel me within you
And with my life inside you

Then I will see only beauty

Believe only me

Throw off the lies against you

I descend upon you

To kiss you, my love

Receive me, open to my love

For I am yours to enjoy

Your Maker and your Husband

Coming into you
To give you Life

Stephen Pursell,
7/10/02, from the heart of the Father

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