Story To Own



Never would I have thought
These bones would find this place
Surrounded by four walls
With a story to erase

Candlelit shadows flicker on the forlorn scope
Yet I’m awake past the hour of what’s reasonable
This is not my home

On and on the deception played out
In the spur of the moment
In the destruction of coercion
I reached for a hand
Yet it was not my home

How did I get here exactly?
It’s all such a blur
How did I take the hand
Of the devil and concur?

How did I land where the soil is so dry?
How did I harbor in fear fused with a lie,
This is not my home

On and on the deception played out
In the spur of the moment
In the destruction of coercion
I reached for a hand
Yet it was not my home

Waiting for transcending hope
My eyes look to the sky
Knowing your forgiveness
No need to understand why
This story. . . I had known

Beyond all the passion once stowed
There’s a solace of strength
In the bosom of the bounty
In Christ, my abode
Redeeming Love, I am home
Redeeming Love, I am home