Glorious Coming Home
Skies crowded with clouds of doubt,
Sunbeams to heaven return.
Days pass by the warrior without,
Passionate embers cease to burn.
Fate nods at the chosen few,
So rarely does she smile.
The longing with desperation imbued.
A wanting to sleep for a while.
Hope enjoys an unfettered life,
A constant and glowing soul.
To know hope is knowing the sky,
Will guide you to your goal.
Let stop the agonizing search,
For the spirit of inspiration.
Upon mount of love she’s perched,
Among dreams of sheer elation.
Raise up your eyes tired one,
Look towards the rolling sea.
Streaks of fire shoot from the sun,
Proudly carrying the meaning to thee.
An army of angels brings her grace,
Through forest of sadness you need not roam.
Upon shoulders of seraphim to her place.
Listen…horns of Joy call her home.