Come Home

It’s the life you’ve always wanted, so you

Stifle the still small voice,

The nagging sensation that tells you

This is wrong.

You repeat the lies to convince yourself

That there’s no harm in living this life;

     Others would kill to have what I have;

     I’ll do right later –

     God knows my heart.

But my friend, my sister, my brother,

Let me show you another way

It’s The Way that leads to life

Its steps in this path are rough and filled with thorns,

But the destiny that awaits you at the end of this journey

Is far greater than the riches of this temporary existence.

Our Father tells us about it –

He reminds us every day

Of the abode where streets are like gold,

And only the most precious stones

Are fit enough to be used for construction.

Where we are the art that hangs on His walls,

The beauty that adorns The City

Like a glistening bride, awaiting her Groom.

He holds the keys to this place

And He’s holding them out to you…

Come home