This side of heaven
I have no home.
I’m sorry I tried to steal one,
I tried to cease my roam
By carving with tools
Forged of pure willpower
A thing I’m not made to have.
All these wasted hours-
I release the dream.
Everything here I may build
Is born to die, made of material
That has already been killed.
All these details could have branched
In any direction,
Their reticulations set my course in stone
I soldier alone, barring a full resurrection.
Should I resent the company for taking the kill shot?
All things flow from Your hand.
All things had to converge
So that I could understand
Earth will never cradle me.
I have no comfort of home here;
I have marching orders.
I lace up my boots, and lay down my fear.
I’m ready for my next deployment.
I won’t do this ever again.
Help me travel light. Give me victory
Over my adversary and my sin.
Help me endure and be strong
Fight the good fight- I don’t belong
This side of heaven
Not for long.
Sorry it took so long
To see.
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