Coming Home
¶ 1
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A voice that whispered in my ear
Spoke: “Those of faith will all meet here”
The Shankly Gates flung open wide
My Father’s Ghost waits there inside
And home the heart whose passions spent
And followed love as lightning sped
Red banners robed the willing sky
For home at last, oh home am I.
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