Temporary Home

Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein' alone
Another new mom and dad,another school
Another house that'll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face

"This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home."

Young mom on her own
She needs a little help got nowhere to go
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out
Because a half-way house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we'll find a place here in this world

"This is our temporary home
It's not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home."


Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers don't cry for me
I'll see you all someday
He looks up and says "I can see God's face."

"This is my temporary Home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This was just a stop,on the way To where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this was
My temporary home."

This is our temporary home







People never really quite understand, that I just dont feel like this is where I am supposed to be. I have felt this call to go "home" my entire life. Home is where God is is, Home is where the pain is supposed to stop. Home is where I want to be. You can eve ask my mother that at a very young age I thought I was going to die. I have learned over time that it was just hopeful thinking. Being bipolar people are quickier to jump to conclusions and think that I am talking about suicide. WHICH I AM NOT! But I do undertant that it is a fine line that I am balancing. For years I am have felt conflicted on how to comminicate this yearning in my heart. But finally a song was written that spoke to my heart, of how I excatly have been feeling my entire life. "This is my temporary Home It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through This was just a stop,on the way To where I'm going I'm not afraid because I know this was My temporary home." IThis song speaks to me and makes my heart weap for I am so ready to go "Home" but yet I know that God is seemingly not done with me here yet, and I must stay here to finish whatever it is that he brought me here for. Some Day.....Some Day I will be blessed enough to go HOME! Until Then......*May You All Awaken In Your Loved One's Arms, With Clear Minds, And Free Spirits!*