Oh, that I might find my place of solace.
I look for it; I look for it, but it's not here;
I yearn for it, I yearn for it, but it cannot be found.
Not in the the ones who occupy this space,
nor in the goods or plunder of this place,
none of these can quench the thirsting soul,
that is ever seeking for more of His presence.
I must wait, I must wait. For when the trumpet calls,
then, I will enter my place of solace after all.
copyright 5/5 2014
copyright 5/5 2014
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