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“I am longing for my home, for a city not made by man. I am longing for my home.
From the mountains to the sea, I meet people longing just like me. From the mountains to the sea.

‘Cause there’s a language in my bones that this world has never know.
I will teach you if I can, though it’s seldom spoken man to man.

I hear echos when I sing, maybe restless hearts or angel wings. I hear echos when I sing.”

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Just wow. Describes how I’ve been feeling the last few weeks.

I see joy, laughter, anger, destruction, pursuit, gladness, determination, failure, mistakes, love, not love…
and all I can seem to say is, “Jesus, help me feel what You feel so I can do what You would do.”

Truth is truth.
Love is love.
I am longing for my home.

How about you? What are you longing for?