"Love Is Just Love. It Can Never Be Explained."

Over grass so deep green, under thick skies of gray.
And she said, “Okay Jesus, please send me a sign
That You still love me and that You’re still mine.

I’ve been running for years, not believing You’re there.
I’ve been telling myself that You never did care.
So I’ve lived all these years acting free, young, and strong,
But this empty, draining feeling told me I was so wrong.

Oh, I wanted to return, to seek out the truth,
But I was so ashamed of what I did in my youth.
Behind every hotel door, under every street light,
I told myself You just weren’t real—that I was still right.

So I’m begging You now, if You even exist.
Can You give me the love I‘ve never had, though I wished.
I’m not expecting an answer, ‘cause I’m so ashamed
Of the things that I’ve done, how I’ve trampled Your name.”

Then the sky burst open with the fragrance of spring,
And a choir of angels in the shape of birds did sing.
And a light so bright shone down from above.
Oh, it chased away the darkness with a symphony of love.

A whisper danced down as the pure light shone,
“My child, my child, you are never alone”.
And the runaway daughter, with tears down her face,
Worshipped the Father of true love and grace.