My Real Home

I cut it off and shut the door;
didn't want to feel any more.
The feelings left, and hope had died,
But there was still a spark inside.

I looked around and felt alone;
dreams, like corpses, dead and gone.
The future far, and out of reach,
but You had something left to teach.

There was a greater love to know;
it filled me with a comfy glow.
And then I realized Your plan
to not be loved by just a man.

Your arms reached out and circled me;
I knew I was where I should be.
By Your embrace, You let me know:
No matter where I am, You're home.