Honestly – is Heaven a place
or a feeling we yearn to feel?
Or is it something we make up
wishing we belong to it?
An infinite light at the gate
pure love and grace on every corner
we seem to think of it as a rest
but what if it's another trial.
Honestly – is Heaven a place
or a feeling we need to feel?
Or is it something we lie about
dreaming to end up in it?
The Lord is greeting us there
arms and heart wide open for a hug
his full presence is safe and sound
where we would find security.
Honestly – is Heaven a place
or a feeling we have to feel?
Or is it something we argue of
wanting to believe in it?
The light can be blinding
the mercy would even break us
the beauty of it is making us cry
but could it stop the misery.
Honestly – is Heaven a place
or a feeling we must feel?
Or is it something we fight for
getting meaning from it?
The Lord is calling us home
asking to keep trust in His ways
His loving gaze is seeing through
every heartbreak we hide.
. . .
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A/N: Alright, I'm speechless because I have no clue where else those lines come from other than the Holy Spirit itself. Fight me if you want to, but I really believe that true talent doesn't just come to you so you can make living on it – it comes to teach you, it comes to lean you closer to God, it comes to help others through you and to give greater meaning to it all. I mean, what else can I say at this point!?!?
Peace and joy to you all! x
M.
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