It’s like a nostalgic, warm aroma
curling from the baking-oven door;
like waking from a coma
to find myself at home once more;
it’s like taking from the closet
a long-forgotten overcoat
and finding in the pocket,
unexplained, a fifty pound note;
it’s like a dream of recovery
where my desires have all come true,
this longed-for rediscovery
of my first love for You.
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When the kindness and love of God our Saviour appeared, he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. (Titus 3. 4-5)
