Beloved, here am I,
listening to your heart sing;
bring your melody of love,
nestle here beneath my wing.

See these nail~scarr'd hands,
O Tend'rest Love Divine;
a perfect, spotless Lamb of God
died to make you mine.

Every drop of blood
spent to cleanse from sin;
all who'll come, believe, confess
and I will enter in.

O Tend'rest Love Divine
allow my balm to heal;
each bruised, hurtful spot
soothing, so true ~ so real.

I've seen your wounded heart,
I've kiss'd your tears away;
my Banner ~ Tend'rest Love Divine
waving o'er you to stay.

Joined our hearts e'erlastingly
I'm yours ~ you are mine;
you're kept Beloved by my power
O Tend'rest Love Divine!

Mary Carter Mizrany
October 9, 2007
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