What is happening to my home?
I feel like I have lost a part of my soul,
I just want everything to stop;
I can’t seem to find peace.
Will I have a sustainable future?
Does anyone think about me?
I am unsure of what this means for me,
I want a full, happy home,
I want a fun, adventurous future,
I want the earth to know the spirit of my soul,
I want to know peace,
I don’t want growth to stop.
I want the grieving to stop;
The sadness and heartache to leave me,
So I pray for overwhelming peace.
I still long for a sense of home,
I want to grow old with my soul,
I want hope for the future.
I cannot pause the present, only look to the future,
It doesn’t need to stop,
My redeemer holds my soul,
My parents don’t define me,
Neither does my home.
I will still gain peace.
Brokenness can still hold peace,
I will always wonder about the future,
A broken home is still a home,
I don’t want life to stop.
My wounds don’t control me;
My circumstances don’t define the essence of my soul.
God is affectionate to my soul.
His love gives me peace,
In my Father’s house, there’s a place for me.
There will be a future;
The sadness will stop,
I can make anywhere home.
Jesus loves me, and he holds my future.
For this restless soul to find peace,
It needs to stop looking for an earthly home.