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Dec 2012
I’m Coming Home Father am I Welcome?

Earths swirling dust I soon will leave behind truly there are treasures their paths of unquestionable
Beauty I found rivers and streams I close my eyes and I’m back with my friends the trees towered now
Ghosts voices I hear without bodies they were a comfort I stretched and reached for life full of hope in
The presence of all that was dear I still visit them but they are captured in my tears of longing for them I
Became more and more impoverished as great garments that I wore they were taken from my shoulders
A vulnerability overtook me in their absence it was like riches was flowing away and I had no control
Images that were real flesh and blood they stood as texture and solid force they were guidance when
Misgivings bantered me about through them puzzling difficulties became smooth speaking gentle souls they
Built intangible wonders in my soul that allowed me to freely love and give in turn what I received from
Them the heart truly danced to those blessed voices at times it was like gentle thunder their voices
Boomed and I was illumined drapes hang from great windows and the light broke in upon my mind I
Knew that other worldly fire was mixed in with their natural life also divinity predated them they were
Starry ones galaxies know them by name I was privileged each day I awoke they were there the great
Mines given to me to extract hidden wealth from this ore supreme blessings enriched my life they
Peeked as great mountains into my valley they were sheltering and inspiring but the question now is did
I pay attention to this first order of instruction that were used to make me the person I needed and
Couldn’t be without them and then when all was given and I needed more that could only come from
The Father He gave all of Himself then he structured the established helps that from invisible controls
Led my steps in ever widening circles always love was in the lead it is astounding the way your steps
Never fail to find sure footing but my fear is have I done enough am I doing enough for others that are in
A lost state I see where I was intensely with sorrow and tears in pursuit of them I was able to shake off
The indifference by looking deeply into their faces and seeing the fear and terror that awaits those that
Neglect such provisions that are available most of all I want to see Jesus but those heroes I spoke of at
First in this piece I want to see them in peace and love in that blissful home all will be complete we truly
Can’t even dream how great it will be
Written by
Hal Loyd Denton  Pana Ill
(Pana Ill)   
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