I thought I heard a whisper in the wind,
Your voice calling – “Come to me again.”
“My beautiful child” –you said
My thirsting soul, my hungry heart you fed.
I walked a path to Calvary Hill,
You hung from the cross, bound by love and will.
John and Blessed Mary stood by your feet,
You beckoned to me- Come take a seat.
By your feet I sat, head bowed.
Hair covering my face like a shroud.
For me a sinner you chose to die,
All I could do was cry.
Your voice came again, quiet and strong.
“My child,” you said, “To Me you belong.”
“I thirst.” You then cried out.
And a voice in my heart began to shout.
He wanted not water, but our Love he craved.
Jesus died so that all may be saved.
I looked up at my love, broken and bruised.
My savior so hated and abused.
I knew in that moment, it was our sin,
That left those marks upon his skin.
“I’m so sorry.” I cried, inadequate I knew.
But You smiled and whispered back, “I love you.”
My soul leaped and my tears continued to flow,
As I whispered back, “Lord, now I know.”
I finally knew what true love meant.
It came from the one who was Heaven sent.
I opened my hands and gave you my heart.
I knew I had yours from the start.
That day I heard your voice in the wind,
And I knew that although I had sinned,
You stilled loved and wanted me,
You came and set this sinner free.