Friday, May 6

refugee

I am a refugee.
I run to Him and hide myself
but there I find power, boldness.
so out I go
and with me He comes.
then, even in a foreign land
even in a barren desert
even in the furthest place
I am home in Him.

It's a simple poem because it's a simple thought. All day I find myself falling effortlessly into His grace and love and freedom. He is always there, arms wide and warm and wonderful.

"If I go to the heavens or down below
You are right there waiting
If I rise on the wings of the dawn
You are there, I will find you waiting
You are in the highest place
You are in the falling rain
You are in the mountain peaks 
And valleys speak wonders of your name
You are in the perfect sky 
You're in every breath I breathe 
You're every moment life seems to pass me by 
You're my Prince of Peace."
- Desperation Band





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