finding God
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I miss my home and all that it is,
Full and loud, it is what it is,
It is all that I miss.
I miss my sister's smile,
I miss my books and files,
I love my cold kitchen tiles.
The normal bend of my bed,
Loving God,
teach me to be silent,so that I can stay close to youand listen as you speakwithin my heart and through what I see, hear and what men Speak.
