Kiss The Fiddler

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Sunday, January 5, 2014

Calling to me

Hosea  (Come back to me)
by Steve Bell and Gregory Norbet

Come back to me
with all your heart

Don't let fear
keep us apart

Trees do bend
though straight and tall

So must we 
to others call

Long have I waited for your your come coming
home to me and living deeply our new life

The wilderness
will lead you

To your heart
where I will speak

Integrity
and justice

With tenderness
you shall know

And long have I waited for your coming home to me
and living deeply our new life. 

Long have I waited for your coming home to me
and living deeply our new life. 

You shall sleep
secure with peace

Faithfulness
will be your joy

Long have I waited for your coming home to me
and living deeply our new life

Long have I waited for your coming home to me
and living deeply our new life


I hear this song deeply right now.  It resonates with my soul.  Love is calling me home.  I am calling be home, to my body.  My Sweet is calling me home, to our marriage.  God is calling me home, home to His presence to rest, to heal.  

Today, when I took the Bread and the Wine, I thought of this song.  I want to come home.  Home to nature.  Home to my heart.  Home to my truth.  Home to Love.

To me, it feels like a promise.  I choose to believe it is.  And I claim it.  This will be my mantra, my hope, my prayer.  

hbk



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