My Heart Makes Its Home In A Faraway Land Poem by Lisa Hare Wimberly

My heart makes its home in a faraway land,
Not seen with the human eye.
I enter that place when I start to pray,
Where my Lord is so very close by.

He takes me out of this present world
And fills my heart with peace.
He takes me to places beyond the clouds
Where my cares and my worries must cease.

I can bring to this land everyone that I love,
As I lift them to Him in prayer.
I know that He'll touch all those precious to me,
For the answers are always found there.

Sometimes I just want to stay in this land,
Where God's presence is so real to me.
But He wants me to go tell this world that He loves
That in Him they can also be free.

He says I can come anytime to this place,
For He waits for me night and day.
And He says I can stay for as long as I want,
When I open my heart and pray.

My heart finds its rest in this faraway land,
This place that is truly my home.
When I go through the pain that the world has to give,
He reminds me I'm never alone.