Beautiful Irony

Love, where are you to be found? 

Every minute, second, I hear your sound

Your music is sweet to  my ears, so 

I listen and search.

I ran outside and found you on my favorite perch

Love, when I saw your face, 

your singing stopped.

Our eyes met and a smile spread across your face.

You opened up your arms and I 

could plainly see

The scars that my sin gave you on the tree.

I fell to my knees and could not look at you,

because then I knew

I am guilty and the cause for your pain.

But when love crossed the distance between us, you whispered my name

You lifted my face, and said I am forgiven.