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Just, wending your way home
 
Millions of destinations lay ahead of you
One day your head will be a trophy
One day your heart will have a bullet hole
One day your soul will flex like a muscle
Find a new home among the melting snow,
Find a spring eternal, that's always new.

Yes, millions of destinations lay ahead of you
Because you’re a lovechild,
No matter how far you wander
You’ll always have your faith;
Because you’re a lovechild of God,
There’ll-always be an open heavenly gate.

And a father on a porch swing in the shade
Calling your name; like a returning evening star.
Yes, millions of destinations lay ahead of you
So don’t forget when you’re-lost, who you are.
You’re a prodigal son whose light never fades
You’re a lovechild of God, just, wending your way back home.

Yes, millions of destinations lay ahead of you
Choices too many to count
But all you need do is be true to yourself
Whatever the gulf, you’ll learn to swim ashore
Because someone always has confidence, you’ll see it through
Because someone more knowing, unfading has belief in both you and me.


The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge

By Mark Heathcote

© 2019 Mark Heathcote (All rights reserved)

 

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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