Plan A. There is no other.

The place spins round
And sun looks down
And moon will calm the weary.
Some battles rage
And work’s slim wage
And grief assaults the teary.
But all is mine
And comes the time
When Grace brings rest to waiting.
They know for sure
Christ brings the cure
With hatred’s curse abating.
I plan a Home
For those who roam
And look for love unmeasured
The faithful there
Beyond all cares
And endless joy so treasured.