Wander Back Home

Sometimes suffering and trial disorients us

We wander from home

From where we belong

We set up camp in desolate places where the enemy lives

We listen to his lies for so long they feel like truth

Life giving words seem to stab like a sword

And our voice joins with the enemy

Our eyes become accustomed to the darkness

And the light becomes uncomfortable

But this is not our home

We were not saved from exile to enter it again

Let the Lord slice bone from marrow

Let light pierce the darkness

And let the darkness not overcome it

Let us stumble by the light 

for it is better to standard the threshold of the house of God

Than to dwell in the tents of the wicked

How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord of hosts

Remind me that I am not a foreigner

But an adopted heir