I’m so homesick for a world I’ve never been,
and I hope with everything in my fragile skin that your grace will be sufficient
while I’m still down here.
To merely be is a test of survival,
it’s testing everything in me.
You are the reason I still breathe.
This precious mystery, within all of our brokenness.
So many questions unanswered, but You still sing me to sleep.
You still call me Your kid.
There’s just a proverbial home so near to my soul,
that I’ve never even known,
but so desperately miss.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
I’m so homesick for a world I’ve never been,
and I hope with everything in my fragile skin that your grace will be sufficient
while I’m still down here.
To merely be is a test of survival,
it’s testing everything in me.
You are the reason I still breathe.
This precious mystery, within all of our brokenness.
So many questions unanswered, but You still sing me to sleep.
You still call me Your kid.
There’s just a proverbial home so near to my soul,
that I’ve never even known,
but so desperately miss.
