Walking along this bustling city,
The search for an endless love uncertainty.
Exchange of glances and sighs of the voiceless,
Unheard and unseen, the longing is not quenched.

Amidst this endless quest, I heard His whisper,
Ever sweet and loving voice in my ear:
"Come unto me, all who are weary,
And I will give you rest, so dearie."

Love may come and go,
But in Him, I found my soul.
A graceful and merciful kind of love,
Always forgives an imperfect and sinner one.

Paid the price of a sinful world,
A love no one could ever fathom,
Nor would it change even if abandoned,
A love to man longing to be found.

-wrtrlhy