What I Call Home
Outside these walls of foreign confinement
A war rages on in the night;
And I long to touch it,
To make it right.
Outside these walls, I know there's a world
I have yet but to see;
So I write in much earnestness of a life like that-
Of all the things that are yet to be.
Though what to be is what I long for,
Still what is remains;
I hear it now, the Everlasting Roar,
Rise up within my veins.
A song and a sermon You give to me,
And make it still Your own;
A light and a life somehow to be-
You are what I call home.
A time and a place I know to be
One life, one purpose, one hope.
And I pray the faith for a life lived free,