From my earliest thoughts of belonging
I felt the stork got the address wrong
oft struggling with a hopeless longing
a tug to belong that was so strong.
In my needy grab for nurture –
I searched seedy places to cover my shame.
Finding that drink would become a lurcher
of false nurture, so God, let’s begin a new game!
Since there was no room in the womb
I entered His sanctuary passing heavenly
gates, where God’s Grace, whence abloom
fed my freed Spirit, I sobbed heavily.
Years have now passed, beyond count at times,
as my North Star leads me to the one address
stamped on my soul - return to Sender anytime,
Postage paid in full … because of His Noblesse.
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