Home - a Poem

Home

I am the least in my Father’s House;

but I am, at least,

in my Father’s House.

So many of my brothers and sisters

have locked themselves out,

through folly, ignorance, or selfishness,

In a moment, deluded by passion,

they fled His overcare,

and now wander,

lost and confused,

bewildered and befuddled;

wondering who they are,

where they came from,

where they are going.

Not realising,

that the Father himself

has prepared a place for them.

My joy can hardly be complete

without my brothers and sisters.

Thus have I pledged

to the Father

that I would

seek out our lost family

and help them find their way home.

Thus have I become an expert in maps,

covered all kinds of terrain,

and learned to speak in many tongues.

But it’s hard,

It’s real hard…

To see your own,

Minds muddled

By the delusions of the world,

Wander lost, dazed, and confused,

Unable to recognise you,

Unable to recognise the voice of their Father,

The voice of undying hope,

Unable to recognise their Father’s Castle,

The Stronghold of His Kingdom,

not realising that they are

a few short steps from safety and security,

from warmth and welcome,

from HOME.