There is a place in shadows soft
That calls to me amidst the gloom
of memories sad and treasures lost.
I'll make it there--I make it soon.

I'll silence all the ringing phones
So I can hear---inside my head
A voice that speaks to my heart alone
You are my child--won't you please come home?

Father? Not the earthly one
Who trampled me beneath his feet.
But the One who waited in the dark
And led me back to sanity.

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Linda settles

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