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I wandered down a wide, wide road,

And felt so sharp my sinful load.

"He couldn't love me still," I said,

"For the things I've done, the road I've tread."

And so I kept along my path,

Filled with hatred and with wrath.

"How could He love me still?" I cried;

Sure to His love I once had died.

And yet I heard a voice; it called to me:

"My child, come!  Rest at My feet!"

"You can't love me," came my cry,

"You cannot love a sinner such as I."

“Oh, yes, I would, My child dear,”

Came the voice; I felt a tear.

“Why should You, Lord above the earth?”

“I made you; I’ve kept you since your birth.”

“But Lord, I’ve sinned; still I walk this way.”

“My child, come, repent this day.

I can give you all you need,

If only on this Bread you’ll feed.”

And so I turned and went to the Cross,

And at His feet I laid my dross.

“Take it, Lord, and make it Thine;

Here I’ve come, to rest at thy shrine.”

He wrapped me in His arms of love,

And I felt the richness from above.

“How long I’ve called unto thee,

Thou child of Mine, ‘Come unto Me!’”