On my way back today, the phrase, ‘At the end of the day, I’ll come home to you’ kept coming to my
mind. And suddenly such a great longing to just go home to be with you came
over me. That’s all I want to do, to go home to you every day.
Sorry about the days that I came home, shut the door, read my book and slept and never came home to you.
When a life is taken
And the world keeps going,
I’ll come home to you
When the happy chatter is over
And familiar voices fade
I’ll come home to you
When I stand alone at the station
And the final pondering closes
I’ll come home to you
When the day’s over
When all is said and done,
I’ll come home to you
When my heart finds no rest
And all the loving is over
I’ll come home to you
When my mind stop its whirring
And my heart stops its sharing
I’ll come home to you
Though the warmth of friendship fills
The heart of many years,
I’ll come home to you
Greater things than you’ve done
You said I’d do
But at the end, I’ll come home to you
And even when my soul fills with joy
With stories of mended dreams around
Still, I’ll come home to you
One day, I’ll come home to you.
“I will say of the
LORD, "He is my refuge and
my fortress, my God, in whom I
trust." – Psalm 91:2
“This world is empty, pale and poor, compared to knowing You, my Lord,
lead me on, I will run after you” – One Pure and Holy Passion, Passion Band
Gosh...Ivy, this reminds me of my suicide days...haha....thanks girl, just the title of this blog alone brings a tear to my eyes.
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