Longing

The feeling inside that you are destined for greater things
Is there because you are.
The longing for something more
Is your soul longing for home.
The emptiness you can’t define
Is the God shaped hole in your heart.

Our souls are eternal
Created for perfection
Until sin crept in,
A deadly infection.

But on our hearts
The prints of God’s own fingers
And in our souls
His Spirit still lingers.

We may not hear it
Or acknowledge at all
That voice in our hearts
So still and small.

This world is not home.
Our destiny is perfection.
Relationship with Christ
Leads to completion.

We are destined for greater things.
Our souls long for home in a greater place.
We are children of God, our hearts well know
And our longing is fulfilled in The Father’s face.
-Brenda Miller-Lenz, ©2021