An inner peace, A certain place
A glancing look, A presence felt
Within these walls of broken bones
Your presence comes and makes new flesh
It's you I want and not your gifts
I've had the world and left the rest
The breath of grace has touched my face
It's built the bridge called trust and faith
I'm sitting still and holding on
My eyes and ears are fixed on you
It's all of me and nothing more
The door swung open, I'm coming in
I've found the place we all call home.
Jim
Beautifully written!
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