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Going Home

His home, where He was from, Heaven,
eternal, everlasting, everything
good, comes from the heart who breathed hope,
the spirit whose song was never ever wrong,
it trembled with rhythms of light, soft,
inviting the wonder to emerge from the lyrics,
breathe love through the feelings,
a melody who is listening – to endless dreams,
carried on the hearts of those who believe,
forever and ever – He’s in the heart who sees…

truth, coloring the nights, silencing fights,
erasing the darkest storms, with a joy
that is forevermore, joy that restores the light,
as it dances against the blackest nights,
silences the doubting, amazing the shouting…

the winds that still the breathless grief,
the pains that remember to just let go,
the sighs of hearts who can no longer roar,
the beat of a tune only God could have stirred,
the music in a soul who believes forevermore.

gentle, like the dandelion’s seeds, drifting,
in hues of compassion, ever agreeing to a waltz,
aching to soothe the shame, never let the blame,
imprison the rain, the kindling of grace,
the remembrance of fate who is as wise a place,
as the shadows who contain all the fire’s flames,
the feelings that quiet as they maim,
erasing the joy who God allows to remain,
even during the heaviest sorrows,
the freshest wounds, those that embrace us,
with a story, a tune, a wisdom that is assured…

by His light, His love, His sincerest hope
poured over the quiet soul,
defining what is meant to be,
where there is joy – where there is peace,
abiding in the rising Son, 
the One who waits to bring us, each one, home,
to heaven, where God is on the throne,
the source of joy, the source of hope, the source
we follow and the source who holds tomorrow…

with His hand, He laid the bricks that demand,
our hearts to hear the beating of the gales,
the friendship with stars who awake,
the guidance of a prayer who abides,
within His hand, He holds the music that guides,
with notes of peace, notes of grace, notes
bringing alive the melodies of our faith,

He is the way, the truth, and the life.
In His hands, holes that quiet every sin,
even sins that once told us we were not…
worthy of love or even hope –
so unworthy, because we’re lost,
but, once forgiven, told the cost,
we accept the freedom that He’s blessed,
forgiven, because He saves – His grace,
it always sustains – His love made a way,
His light never fades from the heart.

He is love and He is hope – He is alive
In the heart who knows…
Without a doubt, heaven awaits,
The heart who sees Him as life’s greatest reason!
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