Home

Sunset skyline out my window; stained carpet under-foot.
Ain't that the way that it goes? We live in the bad, long for the good.

I can think too much, I can think You away.
I long for a last time with last times. Isn't that why You died for me?

So I tear hard at this brittle bone and I drink deep this wine.
Live rich from the meat of this table, for it's here where I can find
The grace of a Savior, the face of a lover, the absence of what I fear.
I'm not alone, for here I've found my home.

~Andrew Osenga