Coming Home

The rich green grass in the meadow field
sways from a puff of mountain wind;
a Cardinal lifts song in the willow tree,
even the clouds floating high in the sky
weep with joy as they pass by.

Flowers are extra vibrant today
and a deer comes so close to touch my hand;
a song gently rises from within my heart
and I know the notes, nothing new,
the song of my journey leading back to you.

Roads of adventure seem to lead me away,
the earth vibrates with every step I take
and as I wander along these pathways of joy
I see in creation's beauty and grace
the love that shines from your radiant face.

Leaving to wander, compelled to explore,
I embrace the moments of wonder and awe.
Oceans, far mountains, they call out to me
but the treasure I cherish and hold so dear
is that all roads lead home where my restless fears

quietly fade and disappear
in a love that I hold forever near.
The best part of finding the exciting and new
is the joy of the journey, coming home to you.