Homecoming
Something in me is stirring; I think it’s the part of me that waits in lonely exile and yearns for a homeland.
It’s the hidden part of me that wanders aimlessly, stumbling in the dark, crying to be found.
O God of exiles and strangers, find the homeless parts of me; guide them toward yourself, for you are my promised land.
Take the stranger inside of me and find familiar soil for it. Keep me mindful of the Emmanuel, whose sojourn brought a glimpse of home.
-Joyce Rupp
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