The house on a hill
The one with some land
Just can’t be true
In life without an ampersand.
It’s more like the fermata
In a musical score
Or the final bar line
Where dreams are no more.
You must look around
To the good in your midst
And find the blessings right there
Embrace them with a kiss.
First it’s my beloved
My treasure beyond compare
Next it’s my safe dwelling
The gardens, the love all in there.
Deeper still is my eternal love
The One Who carries me through
The hell of this Earth
Nothing compares to You.
Your light fills my life
No matter how it feels
With hope beyond compare
A shining city on a hill.
What more could I want
When in forever all will be well
Sing alms to my Lord now
This is a story for now, all to tell.
Goodness and light
Lightness and the good
Oh come Lord, Jesus soon
I need you to soften my brood.
Push my focus out to His love
And all comes back and it is right
His Word shines through darkness
As in the day I shall walk in the night.
Jesus is for the Wounded 
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