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Maranantha
Most times I long to fly away
to leave this place and be with God
I'm ready to go home and yet I
can't deny there are those whom
I do not want to leave behind.
I'm torn
Some days it's hard to face this world
of sin and sickness all around
to have a hope with such despair moaning
in my head and heart, so all alone
in isolation, this body growing weak.
I'm weary
I long to see His gentle smile
to feel the warmth of his embrace
I want to lay my head upon his breast
and listen to his beating heart like he's
listened to mine so many times.
I'm waiting
One day I will hear my name shouted
from the heavens; I will rise
transported from time and space to eternity
where I shall don my hidden life and shed
this frail mortality, forever free. Rejoice
I'm ready
© 2006 Rita L. Betti
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