Coming Home

A title that I despise but it seemed appropriate for this poem that I wrote:

Coming Home

Lord, in this moment I ask you,
Make your home within my heart
Let all thoughts of leaving leave you
May you finish where you start
Hear confessions, How I need you,
Purify my darkest parts.

Lord, in this moment I praise you,
Your the master of this home,
I am but a palace for you,
Without you I am alone
Rule my every intention
Till I am a worthy throne.

Lord, in this moment I praise thee,
Weak, timid, lost and afraid
The small strength that is within me
Isn’t enough for each day
Through my weakness your strength fills me,
Puts your glory on display

Make this willing home a blessing
To those near and far away
Let the street kids join in singing
“This is the day the Lord has made”
With the angels backup voices
Telling of the price He paid

All that He is lives within me
Pray His word and do not cease
Then I work out what is in me
And His power is released
Victory! Victory! Victory!
Sin’s destruction is deceased!

When this home has served out its time
Then my eyes at last will close
And no longer see sin and crime
With the king I will repose
All thoughts of leaving will leave me
I will cleave the lord of hosts!