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Wounded with Love



"You have wounded me with your love
and I'll never be the same again
I try to run, I try to hide
but my heart burns
it burns with your fire
set a fire down in my soul
that I can't contain and I can't control
I want more of you God 
I love you Lord
I don't care what it looks like"




This wound is one that I love.  This wound draws me back to you time and time again.  I try to walk away but my heart has been awakened to love and now I can't turn away.  This hurt keeps me yearning for more of the love that changed me forever.  This seal that has been stamped on my heart will forever brand me Yours.


At first it didn't make sense to me.  At first I didn't understand how a wound would ever be good, but then you showed me that you had to wound me for my heart to be replaced with yours.  At first I wanted to run and I tried to, but you wouldn't let me get away from something so wonderful.  You don't force me to stay- but the impact of your love won't leave my mind the moment I turn away.
You tell me you love me no matter what and now I can't go back to the place where love is only alive when I feel it.
I see your face and I know I will never be satisfied settling for someone else-You are the only one who fulfills me because I was designed to desire You.  You see  the deepest part of me and You're still here.  You showed me what faithfulness is, despite me.  No matter how hard I tried, I cannot go back to what I was before because now that this love has been lavished on me, there's no other way to explain it but my heart is changed and now You are what I want.

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