I miss a place I’ve never been, and a relationship that I can not remember.But I know the ache of it, the yearn to return there.I miss a person who has done the greatest for the least before they even existed.
I want to know Eden, The way earth was made to work, and feel, and how I am to see it.
The few time’s I have cried in worship, I realize now, that it was in longing for a place, not for something that could be done for me, or to me.
I want to be pure in heart. I want to see him face to face. I want to fear him and dwell with him.
I wish I had words.
I want to see Jerusalem. See a place that has roots to Jesus, David and Abraham. I want to know the place they lived to know them more.
selah.