Sojourner on earth

A Country Not My Own

There was a time when I was young
That I did search for something more
Beyond my family roots sprung
A longing for some distant shore

An interest in other lands
And cultures held me in its grip
From where this hunger came at hand
I knew not, but to take a trip

A restlessness, a need to fill
To see if elsewhere I belong
To find a place where hope is still
Abide where love and faith are strong

But even though I traveled far
Half world away from my own hearth
Things weren‘t quite what I thought they were
My heart still wandered on the earth

So what is this, this restlessness
As I walk here on native soil
A sojourner in time no less,
No stranger to it‘s blood and toil.

All that I have is given me
My days are numbered from above
The future holds no threat to see
Because of God‘s mercy and love

This I have come to understand
The promises within made know
God‘s word states there‘s a heavenly land
And here, a country not my own.

For He prepares a place for us
Who take up cross and with him roam
As sojourners we travel thus
Til we pass to our final home.

4 Feb, 2018

Sandra Lynn Kern

 

Based on Hebrews 11:13-16 NIV
All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance, admitting that they were foreigners and strangers on earth. People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own. If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return. Instead, they were longing for a better country—a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them.