Ph: Faith: Finding A Home Poem by Brian Johnston

Where is your home if it is not in God's love,
Though loud voices always doubt His existence,
Say His part in Creation is just an illusion,
And the idea He cares is just man's delusion?

You may pray like a fiend, live like a pauper,
You study the Bible, repent of your sin,
You may pose like a lion, freeze like a mouse,
Would our Lord ever want to dine at your house?

If God is not God then who would I trust in?
Without you Lord I'm a stranger in strange lands,
If You are not real, I'm adrift on the sea,
No chance then in Hell one will ever know me!

Our faith always means we act without knowing,
And yes, it could be that You're not even real,
But sure as I live, You remain part of me,
In my life as a servant, You've set me free.

One more prodigal son, SEE ME, I'm home bound!
Not safe on my own, I rest just in Your arms,
Self-reliance disgraced, I live in Your Grace,
And my greatest joy is the smile on Your face.