Dens

Safekeeper

Dens


I'm a tired soul
I want to bed these burdens down
I'm a wanderer
No place to lay my head

This place is not my home
My hope is sure
I long for your return

I will wait for you to come
With the morning Sun
You will redeem
With your steadfast love
You are my love

Come rising son
With healing in your wings

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