There is a place
In my heart that still dances
A place in my soul that sings
– And sings, and dances and dances –
A place so deep, so set
A place that even the mundane drudgery
The routine day-to-day
Can not kill
A place so close, so distant
A place that was, and is yet to come
A place where belief originates and lives
The birth place of
The most human humanity
The most divine divinity
A place where
Majesty, mystery and magic still speak
A place of all origins.
Some will not hear it any longer.
But, I still listen…
Waiting… hoping… trusting…believing…
The Place… is real.
It’s way out there – it’s everywhere…
It is ever within.
This Place… is my place.
It has called to me by name
Since the day of birth,
It’s name is simple and profound;
I call him
Jesus.
He calls me
‘My child.’
It’s to him we go.
It’s for us he came.
He is where I belong.
I am always on the Way
To the Place
Where he is.
The Place… home.
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