Saving the Lost

The heart of God is crying, can you hear it? He is crying for His lost treasure Lost somewhere among the weeds are the flowers He created for His pleasure “Who has abused you and misused you that you have become so deceived And do not know how much I love you, come out from among those weeds! I know your name, you are Mine, and I have a plan for you especially You were created for Me and My purpose and I have come to set you free Lift up your hands to Me and I will gently untangle you from weed mentality I have a special place prepared for you where you can grow and bloom for Me Why do you try so hard to please and be the gleam in an earthly mans eye? Know you not, your inward desires a man cannot know or satisfy, only I Why do you expect to find what gives you life, out there among the dead? Don’t look about you for your identity, look up and face Me instead Why to impress a mortal man, do you cower and fear so, that you lie? And you forget Me your Maker, who created you on My only to rely? Why are you face down in the dirt with your back to them, like a thing? You were not created to be walked on, stand up, O daughter of the King!! You cannot lift another up from the dirt, planted in the mire of shame Put on the beautiful garments I provide, I took your sin and blame Cease trying to save yourself or your friends, you don’t have the price Cast your cares on Me, My child, for the world I was the sacrifice You are My treasure, My pride, and My joy, come up now out of that dirt I am everything you have ever wanted, and I alone can heal all of your hurt Come to Me, I will transplant you, with Me you have always belonged My flower, I will not abuse you or loose you, please come on home