Uncomfortable
This doesn't really feel like home
I rant, I rave
I moan,
Even give a little
Groan
It stirs in my blood
A longing, this need
Sometimes just a trickle
Or quite often
A loud, roaring flood
A need arises
Raises its head,
A flower's tender bud,
Then opens
Inside my deeper place
I start to recognize
That for which I hurt,
I sigh
I believe it is this,
This place doesn't fit
This world, this place
Well, it's just wrong
My heart, it misses
Dear Lord, Your face
My fingers itch, they burn
Longing to be allowed
Once again to return
Close enough to trace
Your beauty, Your love's grace
But for now I must live here
This becomes ever more clear
Until I leave this fragile shell
However, for today,
You desire others of You
I must tell
This world's pain,
Which we all daily see
Was never meant to be
Christ's Reconciliation
My Faith's Compensation
A Return to Your perfection
In silence I stand & wait
As one of your heaven's gates
Swings slightly open
Daring to call my name!
SoulSails 