We all search
Search for that one place
That would fill the space
The space inside
That space that can
Only be filled by one occurrence
It would make us feel like we were home
We go along the path
Trying to find our way
But what if God is doing the same?
What if He is trying to find His way home?
And with your permission His home, is your heart?
The beginning of the poem is like my poem "Trying to be Whole", but the end...it says everything perfectly.
Cryssa
Edwin
In Christs Love
Michelle~
Axilea
Be always safe,
Karen