Coming into His presence...

There is a place I've found
where inexplicable peace abounds.
It's there I hear Him calling.
It's there I face my failings.
It's there I feel his grace.
It's there I want to stay.

But life pulls me away.

Each Sunday I know,
Once a week will not do.
My heart aches.
My spirit breaks
for more.

Yet all the distractions of this world
Tempt me.
They pull me.
They cut me.

And each sunday,
I come back to His presence
scarred.
bruised.
broken.
withdrawn.

His soothing whisper beckons me.
My spirit knows the truth-
This is the place I belong.