He Will Soon Come, Running
We walk with our heads
held high. And our souls
down low. The surface
is peaceful with deadly
currents, below.
Different as we are
we share the same
dark night. We often
stumble, forgetting our
one true Light.
I’m hungry for home
For my King’s here yet
still coming. Will you wait
with me? He will soon
come, running.
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