"In the USA, vacant homes by thousands thrive,
while countless homeless struggle to survive.
In a land of plenty, such homes stand bare,
as lost souls grow, wandering in despair."
Shelters inside of us
another step to breath inside,
a hill to climb up
I left at sixteen slamming the front door,
I returned at seventy-four,
gently pushing against rusted hinges.
I won't say I took a long road.
I'll not wail of the shortness of it.
It was just a road,
one that walked me,
flew me, rode me
tramped over me
took me high as low can go.
I'm not gonna say I am at the end of it,
I am just back
and only now entering
a house once left
suspecting that all storm shelters
were the same.
When I was little,
Escape remittal
I could hide in a cave
But the danger was grave
It was just in my head
The fear of the dread,
I didn't know
The cave was not my foe
I feared the thing that sheltered us
The thing that made us live
I should not have made a fuss
Fearing the thing that gives
I hid in a tree
And fell on my knee
I broke a bone
But hated the unknown
But now I know
The cave shelters me
Without it I'd simply die.
You are beautiful
We've loved having you
But you will never see us again.
You were our everything
You were the only one
But you will never see us again.
We have to leave you now
We hope life works out for you
But we will never see you again.
Droplets of rain slide off velvety wings
As it flies toward the trees for shelter there.
After a drought, needed moisture it brings
Hiding under the leaf, safe without a care.
Wings folded, it waits for the storm to pass,
For the clouds to break, for the sun to glow.
Its wings to dry out, all is well at last
For the journey ahead, so far to go.
As we travel thru life, storms will arrive
Leaving droplets of pain on our soul.
Then it fills with joy, now we can survive
A long life ahead is our final goal.
For us to have joy some sadness must fall,
But GOD is the leaf that shelters us all.
When I'm down and my troubles overtake me,
And I can't understand just what to do,
I feel so small and He's so far up above me,
I wonder can He really see and hear me,too.
My hope, I call on Him to listen,
For, I know His answers will be true.
On Him I pour my troubled soul,
For I know He's in control,
In the shelter of His wings,
He'll see me through.
Oh,hallelujah, praise His name, what a Saviour.
When I call on Him He's always there.
I have no doubt that my prayers, He will answer,
For with His wings He shelters me with care.
We're living in an age of self-destruction.
Satan seems to be in control everywhere.
So many lives have been shattered and broken,
Yet, as Christians it seems we do not care.
I know it won't be long 'till Jesus comes again,
Our heartaches and troubled lives will disappear,
But until then I'll keep my eyes upon my Saviour,
Cause with His wings I'm sheltered in His care.
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