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.