home.

home.
i've been thinking about home much in the past few weeks. this small word holds much weight. what does home mean? it's a safe place. a place of rest. a place of comfort. a place where you're taken care of. a place you long for. a place you don't want to leave. it's home.
i don't know where home is anymore. in some capacities it's been lost along the way, but in other ways my concept of home has been enhanced. i was listening to this song a bit over the past week or so. (the fantastic thing about making new friends is being introduced to music they have been exposed to). in any event... these words struck a chord in me (no pun intended) and i thought i'd share. i also found the song on youtube so you can actually hear it. i like the dudes voice. i think he might be asian too, right? anywho....that's all i got.

lyrics by future of forestry.
"gazing"

From this blessed morning
My love constant has been pouring
Pouring out like rivers to Your heart
Glory bells are ringing
I can't keep myself from singing
Singing out like rivers to Your heart

Oh, Lord, I have found my place in this home, this home inside of You
And here, my Lord, I can see Your face
In this home, this home inside of You

Like a child I'm gazing
Into wondrous grace
For You have been the love that fell like sun upon my face
Like a child I'm gazing
Into wondrous love
You're taking me to places that my heart is dreaming of

Broken I was crawling
And You saw my tears were falling
Falling down like rivers to Your heart
When my world was folding
God, You saw my prayers were flowing
Flowing out like rivers to Your heart

Hear the sacred songs that touch the earth and the sky
See them rise until they move like stars within Your eyes