You Are My Home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sparrow seeks a place to nest,

The swallow needs a home,

And even those who wander lost,

Hope, someday, not to roam.

 

I’ve spent much of my life, Oh Lord,

Moving from place to place.

Not knowing where I’d settle next,

But counting on Your grace.

 

I may have gone without a roof,

Or pillow for my head,

But I have always slept in peace

Under Your sheild, instead.  

 

In my life, Lord, I’ve wandered far,

Crossing mountains and foam,

But I have always understood

That, in You, I am home.

 

Psalm 84:3

Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.