I long to dwell in a gentle place
Where acceptance doesn’t depend on race.
Where sins are forgiven, each person driven
By self-knowledge of their own sin.
I long to dwell where people smile;
They say to me, “Sit down a while.”
They listen quietly, as do I;
And understanding, we say “aye”.
I long to dwell where children are safe
No longer victims of hate or rape.
No longer killed inside the womb,
Nor harmed by parents’ angry gloom.
I long to dwell with an inner peace,
Having confessed my anger and grief,
No longer concerned what others think —
Nor under their opinions shrink.
I long to love as Jesus loves,
To fly like an eagle or a dove,
To have a purpose that fits like a glove,
And remember my gifts have come from above.