The Cry of the Wounded Lover

 

 

The Wounded Lover—

There He sits

My hear in His big, gentle, strong hands

Looking up at me.

As I watch tears pour from His broken eyes

And stream down His face

Passionate jealous longing leaping

Drawing me into the eyes of the Wounded Lover

 

His longing now fills me

His hurt, His pain, His desire

Rest in me, finding a home in me

For I am the bride of this Wounded Lover

 

My submission is complete

No longer alone

I belong to Him

The Lover of my soul,

The Keeper of my heart

Never will I be without Him

He lives through me,

He lives in me –

I am ALL His

I am the bride of the Wounded Lover

 

Compelled I run to Him

My arms around Him

Clutching Him

Holding Him

Falling into His eyes,

The two becoming one

No longer two, but one

Me --- Him

Him ---  me

Both Wounded Lovers

 

 

 

Given by the Holy Spirit to Debbie Clark

September 17, 2010