Where do I call home?

Is this my home? Can I call this my home?

Is there supposed to be war, when my heart is at peace?

Is there supposed to be hate when you love me so much Jesus?

Is there supposed to be fighting when I did nothing wrong?

Is there supposed to be worry when I have faith in you?

Is there supposed to be loneliness amidst your own family?

Is there supposed to be walls that feel like a prison?

Is there supposed to be divisions that cut like a knife?

Lord Jesus this is no home it is a house.

I need you to help me to know your will is greater than my families.

You are my peace, you are my hiding place, you are my faith, you are

My home and my source of love. You are my freedom.

Lord I look forward to the day I will be home with you.

David T Gross 1997 #001