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You are my home when my soul gets weary To You I come running back in a hurry With arms wide open you looked at me "What took you so long?" You asked as you pulled me closer I tried to stir up my heart for an answer But then you uttered, "It doesn't matter. My Love is your shelter. I am your Redeemer." Those words You knew I needed to hear. What a comforting reminder from You, my Father dear. -s.k.l.b.b














