Going Home

Running backwards
On the beach, the cold waves
Splashing against my ankles
I smile and wave goodbye to you
I hope you won’t forget me
I hope that you will love and pray for me

I turn and run towards the horizon
You continue to watch
My form beginning to blend within the endless gray sky

This place is not my home
One foot in front of the other I run
My toes kick up the sand,
With every foot print and sprint
I’m almost there, almost home
I can’t wait to see His face
His glory!

Who will I bring with me?
I see someone there
You’re just sitting
drawing hopeless circles in the sand
I grab your hand,
you jump to your feet,
looking for others, We run after our God
It’s been too long, and our souls
Are aching for our Father
For we are His chosen sons and daughters