You know?It’s times like these when I think…
Some day I may get the chance
to come home to someone that I love
or at least someone who doesn’t
leave hate-notes on my bedroom door.
Someone who encourages Christ’s success in me,
not someone who spends their energy
ridiculing my abilities.
Someone who respects me,
not someone who throws loud drinking parties
without caring that I am attempting sleep.
Some day I may get to come home to
a smile at the fact that I am in the kitchen
as opposed to a frown of annoyance.
a smile at the fact that I am in the kitchen
as opposed to a frown of annoyance.
Some day I may get to come home to
someone who says, “how was your day?”
someone who says, “I love you,”
someone who enjoys that I am home.
Some day I may get to come home
and really feel like it’s a home
and I belong there [this side of heaven].
Some day…
just not today.