Let Me

Come to me my child of pain.

Let me hold you in from the rain.

My arms are dry, yet saturated with love.

This, you’ll never understand or deserve.

Please let me love you the way I wish.

For no one knows greater love than this.

Neither will you if you’d open your heart’s door

And let me love you increasingly more,

More than you intellectualize or can even fathom.

This you can accept with a desiring hand up.

Reach to me and let me love you.