"When I speak of home, I speak of the place where--in default of a better--those I love are gathered together; and if that place were a gypsy's tent, or a barn, I should call it by the same good name notwithstanding." ---Charles Dickens

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Psalm 61

Feels like I'm standing at the edge of the earth right now,
And I need you to hear this prayer;
The sand that I've been standing on in sinking now,
And I need a firm place to stand

So lead me to the Rock that is higher than I am
And teach me to have faith, the kind that you will delight in
Be pleased with me, be pleased with me, oh Jesus

You say that faith is being sure of what we hope for
and certain of what we don't see,
Well I can't see your face or hear your voice right now,
But I'm sure hoping you're hearing me.

So lead me to the Rock that is higher than I am
And teach me to have faith, the kind that you will delight in
Be pleased with me....
Be pleased with me...
oh, Jesus.


-Lindsay Hendricks, 2009