His Pasture

I had it all, everything my heart should desire

But I looked at the world, and it ignited a fire

Of unrelenting lust and wants, I couldn't find my fill

I began the long journey back,

Back to calvery's hill

Walking, running, sometimes a crawl

I find a scrap of paper, and these words I begin to scrawl

With a trembling heart that shook my pen

" I'm sorry Lord, can You love me again?"

The door stood open, the pasture, green

It all was there, is it a dream?

His love is real, and always will last

Just come to His pasture, don't worry about your past.

It's all behind, because of that hill

That Jesus walked up, to show love is real.

i remember the discussion we had about being in one pasture and why would one choose to lean through a fence to eat out of the other?
that was a great talk, lots of inspirations came from it.
glad you posted this!

p.s.
sent you a private message (pm)

Sniff Brought a tear to my eye, it's so moving.

His love is real, and always will last

Just come to His pasture, don't worry about your past.

It's all behind, because of that hill

That Jesus walked up, to show love is real.