Take Me Home
Your Greatness, how I long for you,
as waves crash upon boulders
and leave driftwood
for my warmth.
It is hollow here in my world;
for the peace of Heaven, I long,
tears that mimic sea water
that fall to my breast
some that lie softly upon my lips,
my tongue wiping them away.
Ocean spray caresses my face,
my arms,
ever so softly,
knowing now, I am assured
that what I had designed
in my heart
would come to fruition.
These lips that once were dirty,
the sordid words they spoke
now history to tell,
cleansed by the putity of Christ;
these hands that once fondled
to relese pleasure and intimacy,
now unsoiled.
Prayers that linger in my heart,
verbalized openly as I wait
for God's request of me.
I await my Savior to take me home.






I'm so glad you liked this one, and I appreciate your support of my work. You're such a beautiful daughter. Love, Mom






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