(Got a bit serious with this one)
Meet me there
At the final edit
When the lights go up
And they roll the credits
When I’m out of time
On life’s pay phone
I’d like to know
I’m not alone
Meet me there, Lord
Save me space
To be beside you -
Show me grace
All my life
I’ve been unsteady
Meet me now
So I’ll be ready
Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

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