Coming Home

This is a song that has spoken to me pretty consistently since I heard it. Listen to it. Here is a link to the song (don't watch the video it's lame... lyrics below):

Coming Home: Downtown Church Album
by Patty Griffin

Anytime you say it with heart
Anytime you're falling apart
When you're washing the sheets
Any stranger you meet
When there's somebody waving goodbye

You're coming home to me, just remember
You're coming home to me

It's a world full of bar rooms and alleys
Of blue nights and red river valleys
When you feel like a shirt and a tie
Or like dirt
Or a lion and no one can see

You're coming home to me, just remember
You're coming home to me

When you get to that place
That's just under the stars
Hanging over the tree
Out of order the tree
When you get there you'll know
That's as far as you go
When you get there you'll see
You were already free
When you get there you'll la la la la la la

When you're lost and you're found
And you're found and you're lost
When you're dancing with no one around

You're coming home to me, just remember
You're coming home to me

Lord,
One day I will come home to you. Create in me a longing for heaven. I often don't have it. I want to know and love you more. Not what someone else tells me about you, not the picture I make up in my mind, not what other people love about you... I want to know you and love you so much that I can't wait to be home with you. Know you well enough to hear your whispers to me, to be led by your hand wherever it leads, to be motivated by what breaks your heart, and to have an unquenchable desire to be home with you one day. Do I really believe this world is better? How easily I become satisfied with far less than what you offer. Home. Where you are known deeply, loved regardless, and completely satisfied. Home. You are my home. May I never forget... I'm coming home to you.