On endless wings

by Poet on the Piano   Jan 16, 2011


He is waiting for us
to realize we need Him
and even when we have
turned away our eyes,
closing creation's memories.

He still listens for our heartbeat
and sings softly of pure love,
this hunger we have longed for
it comes at the cost of life,
for if we selflessly give each
gift from our deepest soul,
we will be flown into sky's
eternal dance and truest light.

And our Father from the start
and weaving of the world,
holds our seat at His table
where He saves a place
and warms the hearth
for His most beloved.

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