My Home of Peace

The changing state from day to day

Speaks not the truth of who you may…

Be, have been,

Or who you’ll be,

Whether completeness day is far or seen

 

Today you do, tomorrow not

Tonight may be a night of rot

But sleep or move,

Or rest or fret,

The Great Good Shepherd holds you yet

 

 

 

To seek a rest in arms not seen

Yet feel the warmth of where they’ve been

The striving, searching,

Me – adrift,

Awaits these arms in love to lift

 

Oh, grant the peace of where you are

To me, whose life still feels afar

Bring to me,

Then bring me to,

The Peace of home, which is with you

 

30/11/2018

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