Sometimes in life mistakes are made,
And your heart gets filled with lies,
And instead of bringing it to me,
You run away and hide.

Why do you do the things you do,
And think that I don’t know,
You think if you hide it from the world,
It won’t wound my heart and soul.

I dragged a cross upon a hill for you,
While they beat me, black and blue,
I carry your scars upon my back,
And bore your heartaches to.

And yet you pretend to love me,
But you play cheating games,
You don’t see the tears I cry,
As I watch you and your shame.

Soon I am coming back to earth,
To gather my children home,
I want you to be ready my child,
It’s time now, not to roam.

Come back to me, while you have time,
The time is getting so late,
Come back to me where you once were,
If you want to enter the gates.

The tears I cry, I cry them for you,
Come back my child, come home,
Don’t stray away much longer,
I am waiting by my throne.
Love Jesus

By Ann Hart©
June 19th 2005
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