My Tender Savior

Looking, searching, longing,
For a love to call my own,
My sore and broken heart,
Is aching for a home,

And the one that I call Saviour,
Beckons me come near,
With gentle words and tender hands,
He calms my every fear,

Every time I stray too long,
My heartache begins anew,
And draws me back ever closer,
To the first love I ever knew,

Back to the place of my childhood,
When I would laugh and play,
When black was black, and white so white,
Never a shade of grey,

When never a doubt would enter my mind,
Of my Savior's love and grace,
And mercy did abound on the cross,
For I knew he took my place,

Such tender words of love,
My Savior speaks to me,
And such grace does he bestow,
Just to know that I am free.