Once I found home In a place
A House of brick I couldn’t replace
But in wind and rain, it crumbled down.
Home in a Thing, cannot be found.
Once I found home in a love
But twas fleeting as a dove
I came to realize then, when they left
You cannot find home in what draws breath.
Once I found home in the mirror
In life I plunged forward with no fear
But failure came, despite giving my best
You cannot find home in your own chest.
Then I found a home, in a voice
The path that I had chosen was my own choice
But there is one, who can renew,
And transform even the likes of you.
On this Earth, no home is found.
Not in person, thing, or town.
It is found in someone who offers grace.
I’ll know home, when I see his face.
By the Brooke 