I’m back where I belong again,
Beneath a Northwest sky,
Where evening shades of pastel light
Remind me I can fly.
They lull me into restful sleep
Beneath a hometown moon.
Thank you for a perfect trip, but
I won’t leave again soon!
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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