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One Step at a Time
charade
FAITHFUL
fill
High Wire
home
a day in january...
LIFE
murky
reality
groggy
honesty
sinful mathematics
deaf?
prayer
cracked and worn
home

off in the distance I can see it
it looks so small - set there among the hills
I journey towards it
it seems much farther away than it did at first
I didn't expect all of these ups and downs
sometimes I run, hoping to get there all the sooner
sometimes I tire, I sit down and nearly give up
the ground isn't always so good
(I've lost several pairs of shoes in that marshy stuff)
but I press on
there's a light on in the window
I know there's a place there for me
it's where I truly belong
.....home

somewhere over the rainbow.....

"...for he was looking forward to a city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God."