At Home, At Last

“O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
There is room in my heart for Thee.”
Thou Didst Leave Thy Throne
Emily E. S. Elliott (1864)

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3 Responses to At Home, At Last

  1. I’m at the destination,
    and all around is song,
    but in the grand elation
    my private war goes on.
    There are no special moments
    to save me from the hell
    of cancer’s burning torments
    I’ve come to know so well.
    If I could approach the manger
    and just behold the Child,
    peace would pass from danger
    and calm emerge from wild.
    I wish I may, I wish I might,
    and I turn away, into the night.

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