Sunday, March 8, 2009
Near
His fingers are entwined
Tenderly holding mine
The soft rise of breathing
The sound of a heart beating
The comfort of strong arms
I cannot wander far
Stronghold, Father, King
I'm under the shadow of your wing.
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