I know my sin...
And wait for you, my love, from March to March,
Through summers, winters, snow, wind and rain
I love and hope till you come again.
What do I hope for? You cannot change a thing.
Oh, Lord, forgive my stupid heart, forgive my sin!
"Love's not a sin," reply was from above.
"I gave you love, my dear child, to teach you love."
And love divine - not hoping, not waiting -
He gave to me. This love that is creating
All other kinds of love that ever known...
Do I regret a thing? Oh, no! No!
I love you even more, love Him in you and know:
You've been a very precious stepping stone.
May 2001
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