We fight back
Raise a glass to lives gone past
The wrinkled hands and the unresponsive voices that used to pray loud and clear and lead like harvest leads winter
We war on with hospitality and bright hot bread
Make song
Move our feet to the rhythm left in the world
Until the glad day
When we are all home
Sweet
Sweet
Home
-finding the thin places
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Thank you so much for taking the time to say a lil sumthin! Im so grateful that you even read my words and I hope they inspire and draw you closer to Jesus!