In all of the chaos,
Between earth and Heaven,
I crave for home,
In this destitute land.

Now is but a twinkle,
Caught in the moment of infinity,
Where I began I always was,
A pre-memory before my human birth.

I was raised on bitter water,
Before I found the well,
That gives me life,
And brings me out from the shade.

Let the voice of God,
Drown out the white noise,
The chattering of the ungodly,
And the voice in my head.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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