I wept last night for a lost home,
not a home of roof and walls windows nor doors,
not of beds, chairs and rooms to rest upon or within,
But a home of my heart where i feel lost,
a place where God flows and embraces,
and i never am forgotten not in the hearts of man,
but never forgotten in the heart of God.
I felt so far from home, though even when I am close and in full embrace,
I cry and hurt cause of all the love i feel for such a place.
not a poem, just a fact.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
I wept last night for a lost home,
not a home of roof and walls windows nor doors,
not of beds, chairs and rooms to rest upon or within,
But a home of my heart where i feel lost,
a place where God flows and embraces,
and i never am forgotten not in the hearts of man,
but never forgotten in the heart of God.
I felt so far from home, though even when I am close and in full embrace,
I cry and hurt cause of all the love i feel for such a place.
not a poem, just a fact.
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