ALMOST HOME
The world falls far, yet farther down
Men call good, bad; and deem right wrong.
The simple ever bow to cry--
In deepening night: God watches by.
And harmless hearts yearn hard to go
The Spirit calls in silver tones.
And all the while, on bended knees
Souls tremble as God speaks.
And there comes singing, high, profound--
His golden wing flutters around.
The truth is written; please endure.
The world is grasped in majesty.
This is the thing: we ever long.
Sometimes there are God's tears in songs;
A harp yet spans the heavens by
As our Redeemer draweth nigh.
~Abby Elizabeth Charland
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