I am home
but I am not at home.
For the things I carry leave me feeling alone.
I see my friend in his new home,
and I see the American dream that has eluded me.
Friends marry and their children grow
and I am not there to celebrate with them.
Part of me wants a home.
But I know I have been called
to serve Jesus alone.
I fear no man
for I am in the grips of His Divine hand.
His way is dark to me.
And the magnitude of his majesty terrifies me.
But he promises all I have lost
He shall repay.
Not my hands but His grace paves the way.
I am thankful for enough bread for today.
And I am hopeful His Kingdom shall break through
and I shall see His glory in a new way.
After He has tested me I shall come out as gold.
After he has humbled me
I shall be ready to lead.