Many raised in a small town
thought they’d never leave,
but when forced away a short time
never returned, not meant to be.
Their old friends just as friendly
but things just aren’t the same,
their good times don’t include ’em,
life went on without their names.
Those that stayed, never planned on leaving,
they’re still there, it just feels right,
Home Sweet Home their echoed chorus,
they didn’t think about it twice.
Staying put was never their goal,
just accepted, the way it was to be,
they didn’t think too much about it,
for them just obvious to see.
Why the opposite responses?
Simple likes/dislikes, something more sublime?
Some feeling they belonged there,
others restless, biding time?
Is it simply disposition,
some outgoing, some withdrawn,
some connected, some forlorn?
Perhaps a bunch of unrelated factors,
some in their control, others random,
some appear to be their choosing,
others surprising, you wouldn’t fathom.
Surprisingly our choice, but God ordains it,
prophets’ aren’t honored where they’re known,
so sometimes God needs to move us
though to where is quite unknown.
Home’s not always where you live,
but rather the people you are with,
much like your destinations not so important,
but rather with whom you make the trip.
Some people need a fresh start,
they’ve a past God wants to change;
in Bethlehem they saw David a shepherd,
but God saw a king who’d rule and reign.
Some leave home a nobody,
thinking that’s the hand they’re dealt,
their hometown didn’t cause it
it’s just the way they felt.
Being 18,19 and needing to get away
just as soon, as fast as possible,
but once they reach their destination
they sense there’s something else awry.
The longer gone the sweeter home got,
though most days they don’t look back.
But occasionally they see they’re missing
the good ol’ days and all of that.
There are two sides to nostalgia,
one comforting, one hard to see,
so why did we leave, never returning
for me I needed to get away from me.
The natural complication,
me is always there,
me is always with me,
Once I figured out the problem
the solution fell in line,
me had to get out the way,
to let God be the divine.
But in the end does it really matter
where you live, where you call home?
You have to first get past your issues
before finding out where you belong.
There’s nothing wrong with either
it’s up to God what you should do,
just be sure to heed His calling
where you live, let God so choose.
The world doesn’t revolve around us,
knowing that’s where healing begins;
it’s at the core of finding who we are
and being comfortable in our own skin.