Escape
Escape
I want to escape here,
and not care to look back.
To where I’m truly known,
and free to be, me.
I want to get away,
and walk out like a boss.
To somewhere prepared for me;
a place that is my home.
There is a river there;
it flows out from God’s Throne.
I have a mansion there;
a hut to call my own
But, where, when and how to go?
Some day He will let me know.
Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2019
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