When I was young I heard You say my name,
Easily I answered and so You spoke,
I talked and walked with you until I woke.
I heard You say You came to heal the lame
When I was young I knew not yet of shame,
feared not Your zeal wrapped as in a cloak,*
saw not the day, Your anger I’d provoke,
longed earnestly that I, You would inflame.
And then somehow, I forgot my first love,
Your promises eluded me, I thought,
Until desperate, searching, I looked above,
Read Your word, found that for me You had fought,
You sent Your peace, resting like a dove,
Like a lover, You chased, and I was caught.