Homeward Bound

O Christ, I call on You to bring me home,
I need a shepherd then when I stand on
the threshold of death's door, no more to roam
life's pathways when all other friends have gone.

Oh, what a child I'll be with hand outstretched,
unable to perceive the great unknown,
the way through a glass darkly dimly sketched,
my naked soul stripped barely to the bone.

Alone, I need some comfort in my stress,
to glimpse the shape of promises foretold,
I ask that my bowed bare head You might bless,
the child still here inside the form grown old.

O Jesus, when there is no one around,
I count on You as I am homeward bound.

                         -- by Pete Voelz        10/08