When you are frustrated and your joy is all but drowned. When you’re not exonerated and your reputation’s gone. Come home to me. Home to me.
When you are connected and feel the world is whole. Your body is perfected but you cannot touch your soul. Come home to me. Home to me.
Come home to me. Come home to me.
Come home to me and I will give you rest.
When you feel dissected, split from head to toe; when you are rejected and have no place to go, come home to me. Home to me. When you are elated with the whole world at your feet, you may be full and sated but never quite complete. Come home to me. Home to me.
Every crashing wave or stumbling stone is another reason to come home — to wrap your arms around the one who never, never, never gives up on you. Every single joy that this life brings is a chance to thank the King of Kings — to look into his eyes and say “You’re my Lord and I belong to you.” Every moment that you are awake is a moment that you can partake in the feast he’s giving for you – Child!
Come home to me. Come home to me. Come home to me, and I will give you rest.