As they cut her from the wreck

To be loved, to be wanted, to be held,

To be appreciated, to be accepted, to be respected,

To be cherished, just the way you are,

Is in no less, to be loved with the love of God.

To be happy, to be content,

To feel like you’re someone,

To have value, to know you are someone special,

Is to see God’s hand in your life.

To have freedom, to have choice,

To be close, but still have space,

To be treasured, to be admired for the person you are,

Is to be loved, with the deepest kind of love.

A shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold,

A heart to warm, a love to share.

Nothing is more precious, or more sort after than true love…

A love that never changes, come what may.

TRUE LOVE, although it’s rare,

Those that find it, are the happiest people in the world.

They have a treasure that money cannot buy,

And time and years cannot change.

True love only comes with knowing God.

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