I longed for a home
And so I sought a place of my own
Took what I could find
And filled it with second-hand furniture
The pictures are tacky and crookedly hung
The rugs are dingy and soiled
But none of it is mine
none of it is mine

I’m leaving my home at Your altar
Ashamed of what it is and who I am
But I trust in who You are
And the plans You have for me
My home is only in Your arms

So take my home at Your altar
And clean it or burn it or build it new
But hold me close
And keep me remembering
That none of it is mine
none of it is mine
Everything of me belongs to You

The sky glows golden in the west
The trees and the hills aflame
The earth is burning
Being consumed
Like tinder.
Tendrils of night snake softly
From the horizon
Stretching to the heavens
Yet punctured, punctuated by the stars.
I am the son and heir
Of the Father of the sun and air
The Father of moon and stars and sky and night
Reach out your arms to me, brother dusk
Father, I am ready to come home.

Home is a lonely, quiet place
Filled with friends
Where nobody says a word.
Home is a quiet, whispery place
Filled with sounds
Silent as time standing still.
Home is a whispery, tiny place
Filled with the sky
As small as myself.
Home is a tiny, welcoming place
Filled with hello
Walls breathing in time with my heart.
Home is a welcoming, hidden place
Filled with all things
Holding it all in the palm of my hand.
Home is a hidden, lonely place
Filled with why
Hands reaching out for each other alone.
Home is a lonely, quiet place
Filled with love
Where nobody always is saying goodbye.

“Home is where the heart is.”
What happens if you’ve lost your heart?
What happens when you lose your heart
Searching for your home?
Will you find your heart
When you find your home?
Or can you never get it back?

What happens if you lose your mind
Searching for your heart and home,
A little place to call your own,
Just this side of yesterday?

I think I’ve surely lost my heart;
I think I must’ve lost my mind
Searching for my heart and home,
Knowing I will never find
A little place to call my own
This side of infinity.

I keep running and running,
Dark into dark,
No single haven
From the loneliness,
From the fear.

I keep calling and calling,
Noise into noise,
No single answer
To the echoes,
To the years.

I keep crying and crying,
Doubt into doubt,
No single comfort
For the pain,
For the tears.