by Jen LeMaire

Tension mounts and joy subsides

as away I drift

From open arms and Love's embrace-

through muck instead I sift.

The worldly vise of day-to-day,

its pressure does increase

As forgetful I become

of the Holy One's release.

Again I turn, my soul downcast

as homeward bound I stare.

How shall I get the things I need?

Who shall take me there?

Oh Spirit-Come, on wings of Peace

to take away this pain

And turn my wandering heart to you,

Your Grace to know again.

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