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Homeless
written by: Tim Gallagher
10/14/2005
With each breath
With each passing moment
I am that much closer
To my eternal home
And what do I need
Honestly, will a band-aid
Stop this impossible bleed
My need so deep, so great
Watch the autumn trees
They are changing with me
Each day a little more color
And I'm one day closer
This spinning ball
Made up of sin, dirt
Hate, and, yes, love
Will never be my home
I am so homeless
And so helpless
Jesus take my feebleness
Take my tears and weakness
Help me hold on, help me to see
The others who need you
Just like I used to be
But, no, I still need
Beautiful, Lovely, Beloved
Lover of my soul
'Tis you only
I want to covet
Watch the autumn sky
Gray and full, about to die
Watery grief, then silence
God over all creation... why?
Get out of bed
Feet on the floor
Mercy is the word
The one that was said
With each moment
With each passing breath
I am that much closer
That much closer
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