Oftentimes when i am scared
when i am confused
when i can hardly bear [it]
i think of the vision
i look on the faces that cover my walls
those beautiful souls, never let my heart go.
but i still find myself
longing for home...
is it selfish for me to long for You, Jesus,
when the world around me is crumbling?
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