And you lie shivering 'neath blankets of loss.
COME HOME.
When life cuts ribbons out of your heart,
And ties cruel knots in every good thing.
COME HOME.
When you don't know how to face tomorrow,
Because today spits in your face.
COME HOME.
When your feet have slipped away from the line,
While the world kicks you in the back of the knees.
COME HOME.
COME HOME.
When you long for a safe place to rest your head,
And the warm shelter of true love.
COME HOME.
When you remember Him, and all that is good in Him,
And that He is the only good thing about you.
COME HOME.
When you want to wear His yoke,
Because there is rest in His burden light.
COME HOME.
When you want your wounds to heal,
So you surrender to His.
COME HOME.
When you are through with this life,
But you want to live again.
COME HOME.
When you're on your face at the foot of the cross,
And you can't stop calling His Name.
COME HOME.
COME HOME, MY FRIEND, COME HOME.
When you fall in His arms,
And surrender your life, you'll know...
That He holds all that you are, loves all that you are
And that you are home...
HOME.
Sweet home,
Bernadette
You have written my story here. The story of this whole hard, breaking year of my life. And you are reminding me here that coming home is only this--opening your eyes to what already is, finding out that you are already home. Because He never leaves and He is always our home. Yes. Soul truth. I can't be reminded of this enough. Thank you for speaking me home.
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