Come Home

 Come Home

How did i go so many years without knowing You?
How did i ever fool myself into thinking
that You did not love me
or that You could not love me,
or that we had somehow become separated?
How did i ever survive without
knowing Your radiant smile in my heart?
How silly of me to pretend that i was locked
outside of Your favor,
dreaming that i wandered lost in some dark and
foreign land, so very far away.
You were so close as to be
the tears in my eyes
the sorrow in my cries of anguish
the pain in my heartbreak
the passion in my anger.
And all the while, soothing my brow,
stroking my back
caressing my hair,
calling sweetly,
"My favorite one,
My dearest love,
heart of My heart,
Come home.
Come home.
O please, won't you come home."


-Frank H. Weeden