Come Home

 I know you are weary... and I know you feel weak.

I know you are broken.... and stuck in defeat.

There are times you weep like rivers.... and times you stand alone.

But I am calling you hither, my child.

I am begging you, to come home.

 You have walked in desert places... and rested upon stones.

And carried your burdens, on your back, to your bones.

When you thought I had left you... and you were downcast.

I was stretching out my hand.... to wipe away your past.

You never see me near you, as I shelter you with love.

And you never try to find me, or fit me like a glove.

There are days I watch your footsteps, as you walk

further away.

But I am longing for your time....

So please, come home.

I wrote your name in glory.... and I dressed it with gold.

But what you do not know, is that, I am fighting for your soul.

Open up your heart... and drink from my well.

And be forever safe, in my arms, where you will dwell.