[This one’s a work in progress. Might need to tweak it some. Suggestions welcome.]
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 culpability.
I long to dwell where people smile;
They say to me, “Sit down a while.”
They listen quietly, as do I;
We nod our heads understandingly.
I long to dwell where children are safe
No longer victims of hate or rape.
No longer killed inside the womb
Nor victims of parents’ inconsistency.
I long to dwell with an inner peace,
Having confessed my anger and grief,
No longer concerned what others think —
Open to growth and flexibility.
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 live the joy of humility.