
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!






