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Oh God, how I love you.
You told me that you love me and you called me your child.
Yet, how you must hurt when I grieve your heart.
When my actions are totally opposite with what you desire.
When I look as if I do not love you at all.
But somehow you searched my heart and you found my love towards you.
And all that I have done against you,
And all that I will do against you, because of my lack of understanding, is
forgiven.
You are patient while I learn and grow into the child you want me to be.
You always look to my heart and pardon my sins against you.
Lord, I am not worthy of this love, but you give it to me so freely.
Oh Lord, My God, how I love you.

Copyright© 1982 Thomas R. Garrett