Why am I weak
When my strength comes from God?

And why do I rage
When the God of peace
Lives within me?

This world is not my home.
It is only a test that
My patience must endure.

Home.
That faraway place that is as near
As my next breath.

I touch it,
Having wandered from the source
Of my strength
And peace.

I hold it dear.

His promise becomes real.

I smile inside
And carry on
For another day.