Home

One of life’s biggest causes of depression stems from That expression. “It’s just not home.” But what is home? You run and you roam. Feeling restless and alone. Hoping to finally come to that place. But would you even know it, if you had a taste. It might have been presented to you, but you turned your face. Because it was unfamiliar, you packed your suitcase; and rolled on. Faith mixed with unbelief, you know not what you hope on. So close, yet far gone. Been on the road to long. Feeling weary in a world so cold. Seriously searching for a home, by definition you don’t know. O weary soul. How far will you go? Before you come to know. That home is not outta reach. I beseech, that you hearken to such speech. In wich the liege, of knowledge be so sweet. Like a ripe peach. Take a bite, watch it dreep. To the depth of your being. Eyes wide, you’ll finally be seeing. Home is where Heaven Openly Meets Earth. You’re treasured, you’re valued and have worth. Home is Hearts On Mutual Exchange. Loving each other the same. Housing Optimal Motivation Everyday. You’re a gift, a present each day. Painted in the portrait of the big picture. Fearfully and wonderfully made, that’s scripture. Home, Honestly Overcomes melancholy’s effectiveness. Home is God formed, and He’s a perfectionist. Home is Here O My Enchantment. Don’t settle for the fragment. The heart can’t stand it. May your running cease. May your soul have peace. From the endless searching, be free. Come home, to me.