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It was not even last Homecoming

I sat listening to the stereo

Volume so high it was deafening

Problems were about to escalate

“Let us make the situation flip,”

Was my sole prayer to Jesus



My sole companion was He, Jesus

As I sat awaiting my second Homecoming

Hoping the situation could flip

I turned up the grey stereo

Hearing the artist’s story escalate

His problems so numerous, they were deafening



My life swirled around me, deafening

All my instincts, except Jesus

Just as then, my tribulations escalate

Oh, so much more horrid than Homecoming

Switch off the blaring stereo

Stare into the mirror, watch my hair flip



Nothing is important, make everything flip

The voices in my head are deafening

Even the discreet crack of the stereo

It sounds like the voice of Jesus

Rejoicing in my Homecoming

His joy for me will escalate



Why must hard times always escalate?

Through the pages of life we flip

Viewing existence from kindergarten to Homecoming

Opinions screaming out are deafening

But the only voice I hear is Jesus

From the slight crackle of the stereo



Words of wisdom speak from that stereo

Making my hardships no longer escalate

I give praise to my Jesus!

For giving my days a flip,

Quieting the noise that was so deafening

And giving me grace since Homecoming



For it was Homecoming when the stereo

Shouted so deafening, forcing circumstances to escalate

But now my page will flip, thanks to You, Jesus