Longing
Soon, Lord, soon You’re going to take me home
To a place You prepared where I may belong
Nothing in this world can make me happy
E’er I think of that place I called home.
I have to be patient with longing in my heart
For Thou knowest, Lord, what day I depart
Since the minute I was born You have been at my side
Till the last breath I have in Thee I abide.
Grant me grace Father that I may give
The little strength I got to those I love
Though may not be appreciated it’s my gift to live
Serving Thee, Lord, in them from above.
I pray Thee, Father, with my little time
You grant my wish for it’ll be sublime
To hold my dear ones, not just in mind
Because You are loving, caring, and kind.
© Sim Evora 5/8/2018
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