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Nowhere
To lay His head
Is what He said
As usual we misunderstood
Thinking only
As we do
Of warm soft bed
Four walls, a home
But what do we know
Of the weariness
That besets
A Soul so pure?
The loneliness endured
By One
From outside time and space
Lifting longing eyes
To another place
He called His Father’s house?
“How long will I be with you?”
Not long enough
As it turned out
How long, Beloved,
Till we see Your Face again?
For here we find
Nowhere
To lay our heads
© Cheryl McGrath 2012
Bread for the Bride 
Yes.
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You write beautiful and meaningful poetry xx
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Thankyou, it runs in my family 🙂
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He has given us a glimpse of his face and that is enough to cause us to yearn for His embrace. He has plowed our hearts and sown a love only He can satisfy, and so we ache, until we behold the lover of our souls. There is no rest until our pillow is his breast. Thank you!!! Your words sparked in me the reality of “the groan”. Blessings to you today.
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