Sitting on the floor.
In the cold and dusty corridoor.
My ears placed on the floor.
The waters carried memories.
The wet mossy floor carried the memories of those who lived here before.
It's careful hands hugged those little lights tight.
The moonlight shone with silver light.
The promises of tomorrow held in his hands.
As the savior slowly lands.
Taking back the land.
Sitting on the floor.
On the once ***** corridoor.
My ears placed on his chest.
His mercies afresh.
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
Sitting on the floor.
In the cold and dusty corridoor.
My ears placed on the floor.
The waters carried memories.
The wet mossy floor carried the memories of those who lived here before.
It's careful hands hugged those little lights tight.
The moonlight shone with silver light.
The promises of tomorrow held in his hands.
As the savior slowly lands.
Taking back the land.
Sitting on the floor.
On the once ***** corridoor.
My ears placed on his chest.
His mercies afresh.
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