When I am sad
and feel alone.
I close my eyes
and dream of home.
And in my dream
I’m at His feet.
The One I love
and long to meet.
His radiant light
wraps warm around me.
like healing branches
of an undying olive tree.
I live for the day
I no longer dream.
But eat from the tree
and wade in the stream.
Now while I wait,
I pray for the strength,
to focus on certainty,
not upon length.
With perseverance,
I’ll soon reach the prize.
I'll hear Him exclaim,
'My child you've arrived! '
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