In twilight's gentle, tender grace,
Where shadows softly find their place,
I whisper to the heavens high,
"O God, I miss you, oh, so nigh."
My weary body, worn and frail,
Yearns for solace, pure and pale,
To rest upon your sacred breast,
Where peace and love find their true nest.
My soul, a wanderer lost in night,
Seeks the light of your pure light,
To drop in your loving lap,
Where every sorrow finds its cap.
O God, I miss you, deep and true,
In every prayer, in every cue,
Your scent, a memory so sweet,
In every breath, in every beat.
Through trials and through the darkest hours,
Your presence is my guiding powers,
O God, I miss you, evermore,
In every prayer, in every door.
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 2:32 AM UTC
In twilight's gentle, tender grace,
Where shadows softly find their place,
I whisper to the heavens high,
"O God, I miss you, oh, so nigh."
My weary body, worn and frail,
Yearns for solace, pure and pale,
To rest upon your sacred breast,
Where peace and love find their true nest.
My soul, a wanderer lost in night,
Seeks the light of your pure light,
To drop in your loving lap,
Where every sorrow finds its cap.
O God, I miss you, deep and true,
In every prayer, in every cue,
Your scent, a memory so sweet,
In every breath, in every beat.
Through trials and through the darkest hours,
Your presence is my guiding powers,
O God, I miss you, evermore,
In every prayer, in every door.
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