Homecoming
Oh Israel, you are like a mother estranged,
A homeland to which I will return,
I am near you but broken and weary,
I am coming to you to kneel before my Lord,
Seeking him, asking so that I may receive,
His name answers me, "I am".
All illusion crumbles around me,
Through death on a hill, on a cross,
An east window curtain withdrawn in the morning,
His shining Grace resurrected for me,
Humble Tears wash accepting cheeks revealing my salvation.
copyright Nathan McLeod 2015
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