He Finds Us Where We Are

He finds us where we go to hide
He finds us in our pain
He finds us in our sorrow and
He brings us home again.

So like the Wise men years ago
Pursued a distant star
He hears the crying of our soul,
He finds us where we are.

And though the way is perilous
And though it’s wrought with fears
Still He will find us where we are
And love us through our tears.

He will not notice our disgrace,
The dark and bitter scar,
He only sees the soul He loves.
He loves us where we are.


When they had heard the king, they set out; and there, ahead of them, went the star that they had seen at its rising, until it stopped over the place where the child was. 10When they saw that the star had stopped, they were overwhelmed with joy. 11On entering the house, they saw the child with Mary his mother; and they knelt down and paid him homage. Then, opening their treasure-chests, they offered him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.

Matthew 2:9-11