Take me home as Your Own
I’ve no more lone and emptied tones.
I have sung for so long,
Words called to end my roam.
Let Nature’s arms receive me new,
Take my heart; let Love all through.
I cannot hide, this worlds too wide.
I’ve tried and tried. It is Mercy’s ride.
The Path here is deep green,
It pulls my heart through to sunbeams.
Take me home, as your Own,
Into the Glory Light’s Lone.
©2012 Linda Willows