I asked The Lord for guidance,
He spoke softly in my ear.
He said, "Come home, my child."
But I clung to my fear.
I prayed for understanding,
While guarding my desire,
And as I cried for mercy,
Tears raised smoke-clouds from the fire.
Faith cowered in the darkness,
My weary eyes refused to see,
The peace of my heart's longing,
Was not a piece of me.
Father, when You take me,
Please set my mind to rest,
Knowing Your glory didn't need me,
Yet my soul's forever blessed.
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