It's been so long
since I've been home,
emotions flooding in.
I've been so very far away;
where do I begin?
I pick up the pieces
of all my shattered dreams,
I draw them all together
to figure out the scheme.
Some pieces are still razor sharp;
they cut me to my heart,
while others go together
as if they never were apart.
Some have been made smooth,
their roughness washed away by time,
and I'm left with all these pieces
to make this life of mine.
And all that I can do
will never be enough.
I fill each and every minute;
there's work to do - hurry up.
But in the silence I allow
when not consumed with guilt
over all my many blessings,
none of which I've built
I can hear You say,
"Child be still
and let me place
this ring upon your hand.
Rest in Me, child,
Rest in Me, do all that I command.
And all that I command
is love."
