Rescued
With the gentleness of a dove
you made me what I would be.
Softly, quietly you used love
from my past to set me free.
I did not know of your design.
It was subtle, sweet, tender.
But my soul it did surely find
and all my faults surrender.
A day came when I was new,
I scarce could understand why.
But now I know sweet, gentle you
found me worthy of a try.
Copyright © Paul Schneiter | Year Posted 2020
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