The Stray
The Stray
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On a cold and rainy morning
Many years ago
The Lord would open His door, so wide
For He heard the whimpering
Of painful cries outside
There sitting all alone, and Oh, so sadly lost
He viewed a lonesome and ragged stray
Pleading for some comfort
In need... He looked upon begging eyes
The Lord said, "Come on in my little one,
My home I'll share with you
Never will you need for anything
My love I'll give so true"
Through the years the stray would flourish
Where once was dull and sunken eyes
Where once was only skin and bones
A beautiful soul and heart... now lies
Through the years
That have since past
It is His love, I'll share everyday
For it wasn't that long ago... you see
It was I... that was the stray
By Brenda Conley (c) 2003
Midi
~*No Truer Love*~
Is used with permission by the composer and is copyright
Bruce DeBoer