Moved by Compassion

You speak into my mind, touch my heart, and open my soul. You paint pictures by telling stories so that I may see that all along it was You. You were the painter, the author, the main character and the answer. You were the path, the father that felt compassion, the one who continually grieves for those that do not know. As a tear rolls down, I begin to understand, I begin to change, may this transformation continue to shape, that I may grieve the way you grieve for those whom are lost, that you desperately want found.