Ujamaa Christian Poetry
Can I come Home?
I've witnessed, I've prayed, I've fasted,
I've labored. When the evening come I
hasten to your thrown. I wait for your
presence and Spirit to rescue my spirit
that I may escape Oh but for a moment.
Oh how beautiful You are to me. Sometimes
I ponder and ask myself, does He really
know how I long to behold His Beauty.
Does He really know how He has rescued
me from myself? Does He really know how
much I love Him? Does He really know how
much I want to come home? How I cry and
grown to come home. I cry and grown in my
nightly wails: Write your name upon my
heart I want you to be my lover, my daddy,
my mother, my Savior, my Lord, my Master.
Its morning again, thank you my Heavenly
Father for allowing me to fall deeper in
love with you in this new day. I pray and
seek what will please you today. I yield
and faint into your divine arms. I touch
your Glory with my fingertips to my lips
I pour your love into others. Then night
befalls and I lay and wait that I can ask,
Can I come Home Now!? Psalms 84
Written by Kitty Darlynn Williams
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