Songs Between Us

You held onto London when I left you alone, I held to the truth that your arms felt like home. Two songs through the same sleepless night, You prayed I’d return; I ran from the light. I thought distance could silence what I had done, Every road away proved you were the one. While I buried the covenant under my shame, God carried our hearts through each refrain. We never knew the songs we played Were prayers our wounded hearts had made. Across the distance, through the years, He kept us close when I disappeared. I ran from mistakes I was scared to confess, From war flashbacks I could never express. From the blood, from the faces that rise when I sleep, From the pain in my soul that I buried too deep. I mistook my escape for a chance to survive, While the love I abandoned kept me alive. Fifteen years of torment, of hiding the truth, Trying to outrun what the war put me through. But the farther I wandered, the clearer it showed: I had left my own heart on the side of that road. If landing in London broke your heart, Know that your arms still feel like home. Two songs kept two souls together Through every mile we walked alone. When I could not hear the Father, He kept singing through the cold. We never knew the songs between us Were leading our two hearts back home. Maybe you heard longing while I heard release, Both carried the same prayer for peace. You were waiting for footsteps to come through the door, I was singing of shelter I had known once before. I knew where home was—I was frightened to stay, Too ashamed of the man I had carried away. Jesus used every chorus I could not understand To keep your wounded heart still reaching for my hand. His mercy followed me through every mile of flight, And the home I ran from still remembered my life. Father, You heard what we could not say. You held every note when I walked away. One song cried, “Come home.” One song answered, “You are.” And You carried that truth Through the years and the scars. I cannot reclaim What my leaving has cost. But You are the Shepherd Who still seeks the lost. If You lead us back, Let me walk there in truth— Nothing concealed And nothing to prove. If landing in London broke your heart, Know that your arms still feel like home. Two songs kept two souls together Through every mile we walked alone. When I could not hear the Father, He kept singing through the cold. We never knew the songs between us Were leading our two hearts back home. You held onto London. I held onto home. God held onto both of us When I left you alone. Through faces and flashbacks, Through torment I’ve known, Your song kept calling me back— And your arms still feel like home.