His love went on longing
His love went on reaching
Right past the shackles of my
mind.
And the Word of the Father
Became Mary’s little son.
And His love reached all the
way to where I was.
Reaching…
Longing…
And searching.
And the longing
And the reaching
Became Mary’s little son.
And His love reached all the way to where I was.
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