Kay Gardner

Rookie (August 1988 / Amarillo, Tx)

Coming Home - Poem by Kay Gardner

Split the lips of this tired soul
Unveil my heart upon this quill
I've traversed the tundra of infinite strife
With the iniquities of my heels shadowing my steps

I've traveled through the flood on foot
Where the mountains were carried
Into the midst of the seas
I lay these vagabond bones to rest
Selah Father, I'm coming home

My soul is thirsty for thee, Oh Lord
My flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land
Mount Zion's harp call me home
Back where I belong

Nomadic, drifting shoes, turn away
From the white capped waves of destitute
Impetuous winds have left me lame
Wayfaring feet shall suffereth no more

Give into collapse, Broken on my knees
My soul is bowed down to dust
As these vagabond bones are laid to rest
Selah Father, I'm coming home

My soul is thirsty for thee, Oh Lord
My flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land
Mount Zion's harp call me home
Back where I belong

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Comments about Coming Home by Kay Gardner

  • Rookie Denise Bekker ~* The Sound *~ (5/24/2010 1:27:00 PM)

    Wow! I truly loved this. There is always a place to belong. As a believer I realy related to every word. Well done God Bless your writing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 2, 2008



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