I suppose it would be easy For this universe and the next To collapse in on themselves— Whether through fatigue or choice— In response to the chaotic airwaves currently Having their say, Their way, Their complete disregard for Who Jesus is, Where He stands, And what He wants...
Tag: Christian free prose
Where I Am Home.
I hear your voice Soft, tender, strong— Its resonance cuts through mist and fog And even though my eyes are clouded, Covered, misted, hidden from light, My heart can see, My heart can hear, My heart can feel where you are. Confusion lies behind tired eyes And occupies real estate in my mind, But You … Continue reading Where I Am Home.