At Home, Journeying Home
I am home but not home In this land that I dwell
There are upward longings Which no one can dispel
Here, there is darkness With glimmers of light
There, is the brightness Where all is made right
So onward I travel Through this desert-like place
Yet what started so strong Has me now on my face
Do you not hear me cry For strength in these bones?
The journey’s too hard I’ll die here alone!
Yet alone I was not For you sent me a Helper
He wraps all my wounds Puts me in a shelter
Judgment he brings not But tells me a story
Afflictions get lighter From the weight of His glory
The reward is ahead But still I must wait
The way forward—narrow The path ahead—straight
Oh city of God To your courts I belong
Yet here I tarry But not for too long