Found this and wanted to share.
date unknown, probably written when I was homeless in Berkeley
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The journey home is long and hard,
The journey home to your front yard.
The journey home through hopes and dreams,
The journey home through others' schemes.
The journey home though fate resists,
The journey home through rains and mists.
I must go now, I can't stay here,
It's far too far, but far too near.
It's far too near to safe and dry,
It's far too near from ground to sky.
1 comment:
That poem brings me tears as I read into it the things of my life.....Ahhh
But, The Lord Jesus is gooood to me...
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