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Rated: E · Poetry · Relationship · #2352470

God calms the storm and calls us home.

The world is gone and my fingers are cold.
The sky around me is turning gold.
You told me salvation is around the bend,
But this storm around me could never end.
Colors twist and swirl in vibrant hues;
In a storm around someone even you couldn’t use.
I’m stuck in the middle of this mess you made
I’m trapped in the blessing of a storm you gave.

I am lost in the colors of humanity and death
And it has a hold on my every breath.
Twisting and turning, I can’t let go.
Nothing to reach for, faultless to know.
Let me go; just let me breathe.
There’s nowhere to rest now, nothing to see.

How could you leave me!?
How could you go!?
I’m lost without you!
Don’t you know!?


I’m faulty,
I’m broken,
I’m nothing to find.

I’m something
that
anyone

Could leave behind.

I’m lost
and i
need you;

i need
your
Salvation.

I’m too far gone,

i can’t reach
your
redemption.

i’m gone
and
i’m fading,

drifting from view.

in my last moments,

i still
need
you.

i still
need-
"Come Home."

i still
need-
"Come Home."

i still need-
"Come Home."

in my last moments,
i still-
"Come Home."

your voice
i hear it,
it’s calling me
Home.

Please, i need this,
please, bring me Home.

My eyes, they open; a storm has calmed
And I rest inside of your palm.
A dandelion in the palm of a child,
You hold me with grace and something wild.
Your eyes, they search me with love and concern.
My life has been gifted, something I couldn’t earn.

“You’re faulty, you’re broken,
But you are mine
And redemption was never something to find

The storm i gave you,
The colors and earth,
Were there just to show you your God-given worth.”

The world is gone; the Son has shown
That now I can finally go back
Home.
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