Homesicklessness
A pilgrim far away from home
A stranger who is all alone
A homeless man without a friend
A homesick heart no balm can mend
With stoic gaze we pass them by
While they breathe out a bitter sigh
Soft you, before you go away
Just spare a moment, O please stay
We see but through a darkened glass
And find a shadow we had cast
All we are homeless in this world
For once we had our birthright hurled
And chose to live beneath the sky
To claim this hollow earth to die
A shaken leaf blown by the wind
All that we laboured for rescind
Until One came his home forsake
That we with Him our dwelling make
Our penury became His lot
A home without such love is not
And now as strangers we believe
Our destiny no more will grieve
I wonder why I go astray
It happens when I do not pray
And then my heart infected thus
That I get ill with wanderlust
This state I call homesicklessness
For we are born sans blessedness
It comes at times we groan for more
Than that which He our sin did bore
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