Philippians 3:20, English Standard Version

“But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.”

Far From Home

I am a stranger to this world,

A shadow beneath the sky.

I do not belong to earth,

My soul remembers how to fly.

This is not my destined place,

A realm of dust,

Life fragile, withering away.

Here today, gone tomorrow.

I feel the weight of borrowed time,

an ache in my stomach, a homesickness, longing for real peace.

To die to flesh means I will finally return,

To the place where love and light have no end.

My home lies far beyond the stars,

Where golden light and safety abide.

I walk among the lost and blind,

Who have forgotten where they once came from. What pains me most is when they say, “Our home doesn’t exist,”

As if the whisper of eternity is a distant lie.

For I am not of earth or stone,

My spirit sings a song of higher purpose.

I wander, waiting, patiently—

To return to the place my heart has always known.

The earth is foreign, and time moves slow,

But in my chest, a fire grows,

a call to leave this world behind.

To seek the place where my creator dwells. Free from all the weight, the pain, the war.

I was born in a world that never felt mine, and when I pass someday, as all must do, I will find my way and I will leave it all behind—

And awake within the home I was always meant to find.