I often think of those around the world who are without family, without land, without home, without country, without God.
It doesn't take long to grow sorrowful and burdened for such hurting, broken, and lost. However, I often find myself smiling to think of the Holy Spirit--not bound by geography, family, social structures--blowing in among them, whispering words of comfort, covering their hearts with perfect peace. We know not how near the brokenhearted God actually is...but He said He is.
I am writing a paper and listening to Fernando Ortega. His song "Prayer for Home" made me think of these dear souls again.
Oh how our hearts long for a heavenly home. Lord, haste the day! And please, usher many into your eternal kingdom...
Grant them peace, most precious gift of all
Keep the worried world far away and small
When they return, may quiet fill their souls,
Dearest Lord, keep them safe within it's walls.
May the stone be cool beneath their feet.
The canyon breezes circle soft and sweet
When darkness falls, the stars and opal moon
Find them wrapped in each other, ever warm.
May it be a refuge for their love,
A harbor for their deepest prayer.
May they come to flourish in the grove,
Grow ever nearer to You there.
Many a burdened friend in their company rises,
A heavy heart is soon released to fly.
May their table be blessed with laughter and with grace
And by the comfort of kinship be surprised.
May the cold wind blow far from their front door
May the winter rains never bring them harm
May their hearthfires burn throughout the night
Grant them peace until morning's perfect light