When I walk into a room that is now in disarray. Papers and toys and cereal, oh the cereal strung about
When I catch the unwelcoming glances from across the room and feel the void of comfort
When I hunger for something more in the midst of silence and worship
Surely this is not my home....
And I hear, no dear child, this is not
This is training ground for your sweet arrows
A place for you to pour out in community
For only I can quench what you hunger for
Rest in me, for I am your joy and strength....Surely this is not your home
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