I'M NOT AT HOME

Psalm 139               
          Sunday, July 22, 2012

I’m not home in this world
Where no one understands.
I’m unknown and unknowable
In these strange, foreign lands.

I’m alone in this world

Where no one seems to care
I’m unpursued and unsought
In these lands of despair.

I’m small at heart in this world

Where no one seems to see.
I’m unimpressive and uninspiring
In these lands I can’t be free.

I’m falling apart in this world

Where no one has it right.
I’m unhinged and unstable
In these lands devoid of light.

This world is not my home

Where people can’t comprehend.
I’m known and loved.
In Your arms I can mend.

This world is not my home

Where people live so selfishly.
I’m pursued and cherished.
In Your eyes I’m loved attentively.

This world is not my home

Where people cannot feel.
I’m wonderful and powerful.
In Your presence I am real.

This world is not my home

Where people build on sand.
I’m ordained and secure
In the safety of Your hand.

LONGING FOR BELONGING

July 12, 2012

I’m feeling kinda lonely,
I’m feeling pretty blue.
I’m feeling like my heart has died
And my brain has turned to glue.
I’ve started walking upside-down
Yet feeling like I’m inside out.
I know someday I’ll feel at home
But even this I sometimes doubt.

          I’m longing for belonging
          For peace at least
          I don’t want to roam.
          I just want a home,
          A place to belong
          But my journey is long
          And my journey is tough
          But this worlds not enough.
               This world is not my home.
               I’m only passing through.
               Though in this world I roam
               This world will never do.

I’m missing all my friends.
It’s like I’ve lost a limb.
My present is monotonous
My future seems so grim.
It mocks me with uncertainties.
Yet everyone tells me there is hope.
Day after day I don’t belong,
And in this world I cannot cope.

Christ, too, longed for belonging
For the likes of you and me.
When He came to give His all for us
Upon that blessed tree.
Christ knows the pain so deep inside.
He knows the strains, the hurts, the strife.
He’s felt the ache when far from God.
Yet He beat death to give us life.

          I’m not alone. I’m not unknown.
          God took my wrongs. Now I belong.
          He gave His all, so He could call
          Me as His own. Now I am home.
          I’ve found my place, inside God’s grace.
          I’ll rest at last, secure and fast
          In arms of love, in heaven above.
          Longing no more. Belonging for sure.