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In the Tabernacle

Enter young one.

Remove all things that are of this world.

Now you are free.

Just like that?

Yes, my daughter set your shoes outside the door.

But why Abba?

A gentle smile crosses His face.

“This is Home.”

I burst into tears and embrace my Father.

Now we are together.

Oh how long it has been since I have been Home.

This love holds me safe and sound.

I am beholding Christ.

I am being held by Christ.

This is us.

Me so broken.

Him so pure.

Yet all is put together new.

Peace fills this place.




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