The Lord is my home, My rest in dark places. The world can be crowded With cruelly blank faces. In youth I would wander And search for a nest, But now that I've found Him His strength is my rest. The Lord is my rock, He's there when I'm low. Sometimes it feels like I'm drowning in snow. When long words are empty And patience wears thin, He listens so deeply That warmth spreads within. The Lord is my Shepherd, I trust in His word. The voices inside me Make truth seem absurd. But bygones be bygones, I come when I'm called, For Love and His whispers Have given me all.
My Poems
Although some friends abandon lonely way, A Poem About Me Black -> Blue Black Sunlight, Shine! Callings Colorado Love Conjunctivitis Daydreams Deep, Deep, Deep i met a girl I Know the Taste of Death I stood alone on morning clear I will not worship the mountains, In your eyes resides a home Greatness The Ghost in Me My Greatest Fear heaven isn't celibate No Matter What Slack Line Love There was a man who loved the Lord There's nothing I can say, Journeys Nature's Hue Watchman, O Watchman What Can Right Ten Thousand Wrongs? When all the world felt dark as night, When violence refuses to be named, Why I Stray Your hair is redder than the sun, The Lord Is The Lord's Will The Quiet Truth

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