It’s like a home when I’m homeless
life when I’m dead,
a touch when I’m senseless,
a cool touch on the head.
A force of true vigour,
yet calmness and peace.
Of life with such power,
and warmth at the least.
A sound so enticing,
it’s hard to describe,
like a ruching of water,
or a gentle boat ride,
yet a flast flowing river,
and a strong, thrashing tide,
I cannot describe it,
belive me, I’ve tried.
It brings such confusion and mistery yes,
but a hope and a calm, ilke i’ve truly been blessed.
I cannot explain what this brings to my mind,
it makes we feel like all is right all the time.
A warmth and a comfort, yet refreshing and cool
a sweet tasting gladness, yet bittersweet too,
far be it from me, to try to explain,
the way that it touches me, words are too plain.
When I’m found in the darkness, what light does it bear,
it fills me with gladness, and my heart has to care,
for the joy and the power, these surely will ring,
These things, as I can tell, are what that love brings.
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