Things weren’t used to be
Faces come and go
Looking for familiarity
Yet finding none
Seeking comfort
Whom to confide indeed
Hectically rushing daily
Longing for rest
Belonging I yield
In You I pour
Every swelling yearning
Faithfully trusting
Though things swirl around me
Forever changing
Yet I know You don’t
Coz home is in sight…
Monday, May 10, 2004
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