I'm coming home
Dear Lord, take me now
In the heavenly city,
where there's no more roam
Several gates within
Such a golden floor
I'm feeling weak an dizzy
In this world full of sorrow
I can't find joy
I can't get comfort
The little joy is ruined
In the world enemies throng
Like lions they roar
Looking for one to harm
They go door to door
Harmed with hatred
I can't find peace within
Give me rest O Lord
Take me home where there's peace
Where I can't recall sympathy
O take me home!
I'm Coming Home
Francis Omariba
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Poem topics: city, sorrow, sympathy, dear, weak, floor, golden, comfort, joy, peace, world, door, home, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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