For all those who think they are unloved, and don’t deserve to be loved–well, you are so wrong. The only question for you is: “Will you meet love halfway?”
Love requires action. Your action, too. Not just someone else’s.
People are basically good. People are basically kind and loving. Often, to be loved takes only a step toward someone else. Only a little courage on your part.
You may worry that your approach won’t be returned. If that should happen, don’t be dismayed. Try again. And you can do it, because despite what you think, YOU as a human being, have great value. You are an expression of God’s much more powerful love. You are an expression of divine love.
God loves you infinitely more than people can. God loves you as if you were the only person He ever created. Take a step toward Him, and find out.
“Lost Soul”
There was a man of confused and sad nature
Thought no one loved him, that was not true
He said he was a lost soul, didn’t fit in anywhere
Didn’t know where to turn or who to turn to
There’s a lost soul coming down the road
Somewhere between two worlds
With an oar in his hands and a song on your lips
We’ll row the boat to the far shore
Row the boat of love, lost soul
Ever since, oh, I can remember
We all tried to ease the pain
Took him in when he needed some shelter
Tried to make him feel he was one of us again
There was one day, oh, I can remember
He sat alone with a pencil in his hand
All day long he drew careful on the paper
In the end, just a picture of a man
There’s the lost soul coming down the road
Somewhere between two worlds
With an oar in his hands and a song on your lips
We’ll row the boat to the far shore
Row the boat of love, lost soul
Oh, dear Mary, do you remember
The day we went walking downtown
As I recall, it was in early December
After school had just let out
When I see you on the street in the twilight
I may tip my hat and keep my head down
You show me love, but maybe I don’t deserve it
I’ve been called but not been found
There’s a lost soul coming down the road
Somewhere between two worlds
With an oar in his hands and a song on your lips
We’ll row the boat to the far shore
Row the boat of love, lost soul
Translating a World on the Edge 