On that school bus
Years gone by
Began
The search
For You
Scared
But knew
Strength
Was not
In my grasp
So I silently
Relented
Big yellow
Let me
To the steeples
And spires
Now it
Isn’t the steeples
That keep me
Running
Back into
That strength
Fear brings
Me back
Your love
Keeps me
Firmly rooted
Planted in soil
Richly protected
Holy water
At hand
In the Father’s palm
from R's rue https://ift.tt/k2IVpsR
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