As my little boy walked in the door, I could tell by his expression that he wasn’t having a good day. I asked him what was wrong and he tried to say that it was nothing, but I knew that wasn’t true. I asked him to come to me and to tell me what was going on. Before he even reached me I could see that there were tears in his eyes and as he wrapped his arms around me, he let go of the emotion which had been piling up inside of him all day.
As he wept, I held him close, allowing him time to release those overwhelming feelings. Finally, I asked him what this was all about. He pulled his chin off my shoulder and looked me in the face. His expression was full of pain and confusion as he asked, “Daddy, why do people have to be so mean; why do they have to tease, and be so hateful; why am I so different than everyone else, and why don’t I ever seem to fit in. I don’t feel like I belong here Daddy Can we move someplace else; someplace where the people are nicer, someplace where I fit in! Again, his emotions overwhelmed him, as he fell back into my embrace and wept bitterly. My heart broke for him, as I clearly recalled experiencing those same feelings.
As I held him, I began to rock him gently, praying that God would give me words of comfort for him. Slowly, this song rose out of my spirit and I sang it over him.
Peace, peace, little one
This is not your home
You were made for brighter days
And a Kingdom yet to come
Hope, hope, little man
Don’t fall into despair
God will go before you
And you’re always in His care
Run, run little feet
Run into the light
You were never meant for wrath
And you’re precious in His sight
Rest, rest, little soul
This life is just a dream
Like a shepherd, He will guide you
And bring you to the stream
Pray, pray, little son
Your Father hears your plea
He formed you with His very hands
And made you to be free
Shine, shine, little light
He’s freed you from the snare
He’s placed His robe upon you
And now He calls you” heir”
Sing, sing, little voice
Your strength is found in joy
Your Father loves when you believe
And trust Him like a boy
Love, love, little heart
It’s the only way to live
Don’t let fear hold you back
Give all you have to give
Burn, burn, little flame
The Spirit dwells in you
He yearns to be revealed
Making all things new
Rise, rise, little king
The war’s already won
You will have some battles
But victory when they’re done
Peace, peace, little one
This is not your home
You were made for brighter days
And a Kingdom yet to come
As I sang, I could feel a calm settle over him and I thought he might actually be falling asleep; but after a few moments of silence, he once again pulled his head from my shoulder and looked at me.
“So you’re saying that the reason I don’t fit in here is because this isn’t really my home?” he asked.
“That’s right”, I replied. “You were made for heaven!”
He smiled and said, “So I’m like an alien in this world?”
“Yup” I replied. “You’re really just an ambassador, visiting this planet to let people know about the great place that you come from. You were never really meant to feel at home here.”
His face seemed to brighten at that idea, as he said, “cool”.
He slide off my lap and began to walk away, when he suddenly turned back, with a thoughtful look on his face. “You know what Dad” he asked.
“What son” I replied.
“I can’t wait to get home”, he said.
I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I replied, “Me too son, me too.”
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