By Corey Campbell

Your persecuted heart
Will be tended with my care.
I have plans for you, child;
You need not ever fear.

Oh how I plead with thee
Please child, come to me.

For I’ll lead you without harm
Underneath my arm.

I offer you hope;
I offer you life;
I grant you a love
That will cease to die.

If you seek me
With all of your heart
Then you will find out
I was there from the start.