Steady Home

Again and again, I wander,
lost in the fields of this world,
but always, You call me home,
gentle as the pulse of grace.

I have heard the call of riches,
chased visions of love,
but none so tender,
so constant as Yours, O God.

My heart finds its fullness in You,
its quiet joy, its steady home.
In Your presence, I am whole,
my soul in blissful surrender.

I am Yours, in awe and in trust,
held by love beyond all knowing.
O God, my beloved, my only desire—
my creator, my refuge, my peace.

Whispers of Dawn

In the quiet breath of dawn,
where the first light meets the sky,
there is a softness, a call,
an open door waiting for the soul.

Feel it, in the tremble of leaves,
in the hush of birds before they sing.
It is the voice beneath voices,
a tender murmur, drawing near.

Come, just as you are,
with every shadow, every scar.
There is nothing so pure as you
in the endless embrace of God,
a love vast as the stars, closer than breath.

Let yourself be known.
Let yourself be held in Him.