A New Home

Poetry

Then He took my hand

And led me far away

He tended to my wounds

He taught me how to pray

And when an opportunity came to go

I didn’t want to leave

I had fallen in love with this resting place

Where He showed me freedom and peace

So we agreed I could stay!

This was now my new home

Living with Him at my side

With no more need to roam

Psalm 147:3

He heals the brokenhearted and bandages their wounds.

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