Long day far spent in night’s full view;
Long travels wound a weary soul
From distance and a hard sojourn,
From longings for the day to come.
Another hill to climb or two
And home will bring itself in view
With restful peace of promised bliss,
With certainty and permanence.
One meeting is prepared for me.
One waits for me. I long to see
His face when in I safely bound,
His joy amidst His loving crowd.
Then will I know a home at last.
May now my longful heart be cast
Before my Lord Who for me died,
Prepared my place with Him beside.
I was thinking about how to begin adding content to the web site and rather than start it all back up with something on the heavier side, I decided to start with a poem. I wrote this a long time ago; I don’t even know exactly when. I remember noticing that we have no certainty in this life. We live under a never-ending overcast of “what’s going to happen?” It’s necessary, of course, that the world works this way. It forces us to know we are dependent on the Lord. We shouldn’t worry; worry is an absolute symptom of faithlessness. So it’s no real surprise, I suppose, that we worry about every little thing through every little struggle we face. The uncertainty of our lives seems endless. But for the believer, one day, even this will be over – not simply because we will finally be “like Christ” (1 John 2:2) and apart from sin, but because the space we will occupy with the Lord Jesus will, in fact, be a place of permanance and certainty. We’ll be infinitely blessed to finally be with Him at home.
As an aside, my wife (who is a wonderful singer) once set these words to a hymn and sang it at a get-together. She and I were the only ones in the room who ever knew the origin of the words. It was a very special thing to me.