Take Me Home
Take Me Home
Time is void of meaning
As my struggle rages inward
Hopes and dreams shatter
As my soul cries out, “Lord Take Me Home”.
Why should I stay in this non-existence
And salvage the remains where the lion has roared
I wander daily in a desolate place
Where my devoured heart and blood was poured
The wind pleads my case
Please take me where eagles soar
Let me cling to your robe and hold my child
Take me home dear Lord!
Copyright © Sarah Russell | Year Posted 2020
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