“ Yea, and then shall the work commence, with the Father among all nations in preparing the way whereby his people may be gathered home to the land of their inheritance.”
Gather me home, I am tired of stealing
Through landscapes that lack any intimate feeling.
A nomad that’s drifted for many long years --
I yearn for a haven away from all tears.
My home, my real home, is not just a birthplace --
It’s where I receive God the Father’s e
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