home coming

Crying showers of pure sweet rain,
A love that cannot be tamed.

With hope renewed,
Oh, sweet, simple,yet supple hope.

Holding me softly,
With strong arms pull me close.

Gently,
Oh, so gently,
Tug on the strings of my heart,
pull me from the things that tempt.
Take me, oh lord, to you.

And when my time is done,
and come to you ,
please grant me the privilege,
to sing with angels on high,
and give you your rightful praise

"Glory be to God,
the one who saves.
Heavenly Father,
Calmer of the seas,
Creator of life,"
I shall shout down the hills and mountains,
for it to echo and echo for generations to come.

To be with you forever more,
and walk hand and hand.

Praise be to the one who gives life anew,
and loves the retch like me.

Hold me softly,
With strong arms pull me close.

Gently,
Oh, so gently.





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