“Homepangs”

It’s said, a hometown’s where we start,
The base and roots from which we’re growing.
But what if, in the end, it proved
To be the place to which we’re going?

The best of homes this world can give
Still fails to be the perfect dwelling.
The place of our inheritance
Yet beckons us with its compelling.

We hear the calling of the One
Who makes us hunger for belonging,
And we believe the promise that
He’ll satisfy our homesick longing.

Let us obey the call to leave
Old lives behind without returning.
Let us confess ourselves to be
But pilgrims on this earth, sojourning.

Although we’ve not yet seen our home,
We trust the Builder’s guaranteeing.
By faith in Him, we’ll be brought in,
And then, believing will be seeing!