Proverbs 27:8 

8 Like a bird that wanders from its nest,
so is a person who wanders from his home.

 

 

Home again seems always with me

Where my peace is ... is my home

Every day I travel with me

looks like I am never gone

 

Looking inward ... searching outward

Seems that freedom is in my hand

if the Son I make the main part

to depend on in this land

 

Life is not what you make it

but how you accept the while

You can’t form it nor fake it

It’s not put together by trials

 

Why not simply embrace it?

Why not pat it on the back?

Satisfaction then will facelift

the darkness you carry in a sack

 

One day you’ll leave that all behind

and both hands will be available

To hold and touch every kind

who is served at the Master’s table

 

Jan Wienen