cruel love

Cruel love did snare me,
from You oh Lord I disowned,
a love forsaken
a sin so low,
a wanton lusting went I there,
like a dear trapped by a bear,
so mean and used did she be,
a Love was taken away from me,
that Love did not give up,
out it went a looking for it's lost lament,
finally you found me, my truest was sent,
broken and wounded Your lost was spent,
one crushed little deer,
you breathed life back in me right here,
like the gentle Father you really are,
to me you brought from afar,
love, kindness and understanding so great,
that the thought of Your Love so makes me faint.
I did not deserve any of it but You loved me
better than did that witch she was to thee.
No longer will I go to roads that travels
that promises laughter and gay to those who saddles,
but instead it is a snare you dare not go,
for from them is hatered and lust so vile,
that true Love slinks away from the bile,