going home...

From the warm, safe sanctuary of my Father’s house
Out of the side window I stole a glance
I ventured out seeking the flashing flicker which caught my eye
Without so much as a thought what I’ve left behind

Through the streets, high and low
I looked for that which I cannot keep
That which I promised so long ago
To give for what I know I’ll never lose

Till the streets began to look strange
Far from where there is my beloved home
Did I realize what I lost
And knew to miss my Shepherd’s sound

I sat down and began to cry
For I knew not whither my homeland lies
Yet a kind hand touched my trembling shoulders
“Child, it is time to go home.”

I spun around, lo and behold
The face of one I truly love
The tears on it glistered hotter than my grief
Yet the love within sparkled ever bright

Oh where could you find His steadfast love
How could I have not noticed
For as I ran to chase air castles
He followed on to seek His own

Only with my fingers deep in His
A child snug in the Father’s bossom
Did light fall on my foolish ways
For my heart’s truest is here

And He will lead me home