Tuesday, 30 September 2014

When Love Comes Home

It is easy, by comparison, to love everything else
Here, where love is most needed
It’s often hardest to come by
I (like you) was not taught to love me

Having woken one day to find no love here
I went looking for it out there

When love comes home
You’ll hear the songs of praise around you
You’ll see how loved you’ve always been

When love comes home

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