This is where I live
On a hill
On my knees
Sunrise
Noon
Sunset
Midnight
Teatime, even.
I must return
Because I will never need your mercy less,
Never need your love more.
This is where I live
On a hill
Where you died
I must so often return
Dragging my sin
Dragging my shame
My defiance
My questions
My broken answers
My condemnation
Driving my fears before me
I am home, I am welcome.
Because you will never love me less,
And I will always need you more.
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