Evidence for God from Science

When?

I dream of home
Not made of brick
Where pride is gone
Where brothers stick.

Where love and peace
And hope and grace
Are in the heart
Are on the face

I have to ask
No more I see
Clear way to home
Closer to Thee

Is it my fault
To not be there?
Am I bad salt?
Do I still err?

Is it Thy will
That I come now?
Show me the way.
Please, tell me how.

Bravo!
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B. W. wrote:

Bravo!
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Thank you.