Tuesday, August 18, 2015

This Is Not My Home

You’re my home. When I’m alone and no one wants me, you take me in. You carry me across the threshold and set me by the fire until the coldness is gone from me. You shelter me and calm my raging storms. Your voice is the thunder that wrestles the sky in my name. You reassure me and cover me with grace; you say my name. You lift up my face and show me what I cannot see. You are the hiding place for my heart. You call out the stars every night, and allow me to watch your work. You are my highest and you are with me at my lowest; tower, fortress, and protection. You will not fall or forget me. You cannot crumble or leave. You are my rock and my salvation. You’re my home.


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