No Man, Nomad

Heavenly Father,

I have spent my life
Building a home
Welcoming in all
Who were abandoned, alone
Those in need of a meal
And a sheltering tone
Where my children could rest
Free from want and groan

I’ve spent my life building a home
Now I have none.

The emptiness in which
I sorrowfully reside
Is rootless and fruitless
And has no substance to hide
The overturned contents
Of a life cast aside

In my homelessness I abide
Until You turn the tide of grief.