This is the first of my prayer posts while spending July and August in Georgetown, Colorado...
that over my many years,
I've found myself at home
in 0h-so-many places...
Yes, at home...
You know, Lord...
the place where they love me
in spite of how well they know me...
the place where I can be myself
no matter who I am...
the place where I have a place
that I can call my own...
the place my soul defaults to
when my heart is burdened, broken...
the place that's filled with souvenirs
of folks beloved, now gone...
that place, though less than perfect,
that I still claim as my home...
the place or places where I've lived
and loved and laughed and cried...
the place that may no longer be
a place where I can go
but a place that I still visit
in my memories, tears and dreams...
I'm grateful, Lord,
that over my many years,
I've found myself at home
in 0h-so-many places...
in Georgetown, Colorado:
a place that I can call my home,
a place where I am welcomed in
to hearth and heart and table;
a place where I am loved and known
and made to feel at home;
a place where tears and memories
are gently healed and held;
a place where I will find you, Lord,
who make your home in me...
Protect me, Lord, while I'm awake
and watch over me while I sleep
that awake, I might keep watch with you
and asleep, rest in your peace...
Amen.
I'm not sure of the composer's intentions in the lyrics of this song but I found it to pair well with the spirit of my words above - and I hope it will enhance your prayer as well...
The Place I Call Home
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