A Promised Dwelling Place
Here I am Father, with hands up high.
Looking to you, as your return draws nigh.
For all the paths I have taken, and will choose.
Forgive me of the old and give me faith for the new.
Each day goes by slow and yet too fast.
Things of this earth are in vain and will not last.
Your promising peace, I know I have once felt.
Fighting never to give up, I pray for your help.
The Lord whispers "Be still your heart,until I come."
"For I have promised a place for you, in my kingdom."
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