Coming Home

Psalm 61:2  From the end of the earth will I cry unto you, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

"Coming Home" by Chrissy Zschomler

When I look back at the past, raining
Bright colors that sting my skin
I try to cope by sulking at memories
That are only alive within.

I wish I had that same old shine,
the gloss of each rain's drop.
Yes, it was once long ago mine;
But I persisted to make it stop.

I thought the rain would leave me wet,
cold, shivered, and chilled;
A rain that earlier I thought would make me
Happy, loved, and filled.

Yes, my heart is a compass that points itself
To the East, North, South, and West
I let my heart tear in a mind tug a war
Emotions too busy to find rest.

Soon I get in the car and study the rain
creeping on down the car glass
I can watch the stoplights blur up ahead
and blink as the cars quickly pass.

I soon arrive home, still feeling alone
and write out what I know to be true:
That when I feel distraught and I don't know why,
I'm just glad I can come home to You.

When my emotions want more than I could really have
And they mock my heart covered in glue,
I shrug off what they eat and know I am complete
Because I get to come home to You.

Worry shovels it way to the depths of my heart
And nods at the dark, chaotic view
It enjoys my pain but I know I'm still sane
Only when I come home to You.

There are days when the rain pours down on my head
And the memories they bring seap through,
But the emptiness in my heart that comes with each drop
Is one of the many homes to You.

And I soon realize as I look all around;
The past lying to me with what's true,
That everywhere I go, and everywhere I'm not;
is a residing home just for You.

It's not that You follow, You're just everywhere
I'm so thankful that I know this through and through,
That I follow You, because of this fact
That everywhere is home to You.

One step to the left, or one step to the right,
Or a direction I don't know how to do,
You give me such hope and bless-ed assurance
Cause everywhere is home to You.

And when the temporaries of this life depart from my eyes
and my spirit is fully made new,
I'll say goodbye to the world in rejoice and in love
because I get to come home to You.