Standing on unstable ground and feeling,
Like any step I take will be the one,
To shorten up the edge and send me reeling,
Lost in orbit spinning around the sun.
It’s the one safe place we can go to feel at home,
When we’re old, tired, and broken.
When I find war within my borders,
Can I take shelter in your quarters?
When I knock, will you hear my call?
Taken alone, a challenge of a journey,
Wearied and worn, walking with your worries.
Take this thorn from me and I will gladly give it all,
Over to you.
It’s the one safe place we can go to feel at home,
When we’re old, tired, and broken.
I turn to you.
I pray I won’t break because I know that I’ll fall,
Lord, give me the strength to keep carrying on.

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