my heart is filled with songs of forever.

lately, more and more…it just seems that all is not right with the world. now, i’m not one of those people who rages on constantly about how the world is on decline, which means that Christ must be coming back very soon. although that could be the case.

in general, sin has existed for a long time. namely, since right after the dawn of creation. and things have been messed up, and not as they were intended. and we see this everywhere…from our environment to wars to famines to storms and freak accidents, to birth defects and original sin and our fallen depraved nature.  i don’t think it’s that people or humanity is getting worse; i just think it’s that we’ve been wicked for a long time, and that the cure is outside of ourselves, in Christ.

i think a bit of the beauty of the hope of heaven, of Christ’s return, is that there all things we be made right. we’ll live in a world which isn’t broken.  we’ll have souls that are healed, and whole.  there won’t be sickness, or pain, or suffering, or death.  it’s so easy for me to focus on the here, and the now.  and yet there’s an eternal city, where the Lord will wipe away every tear from the eyes of his children. that’s a beautiful thought. that’s a place i want to get to, and see, and experience.

i’m not saying we should ignore the world around us. because we shouldn’t. we should love people and minister to them and stand up for just causes and speak the Word in truth and deed. but what i am saying…to myself…is that i should never be so focused on this world and all its possession and glories and labels and accolades that i forget my home, and my Father, and my future.

i’ve been captivated by that thought a lot lately, and the song “exile” by thrice [kudos to blake for including this one on the playlist he made me]:

i am in exile, a sojourner
a citizen of some other place
all i’ve seen is just a glimmer in a shadowy mirror
but i know, one day well see face to face

i am a nomad, a wanderer
i have nowhere to lay my head down
there’s no point in putting roots too deep when i’m moving on
not settling for this unsettling town

my heart is filled with songs of forever
the city that endures when all is made new
i know i don’t belong here, i’ll never
call this place my home, i’m just passing through

i am a pilgrim, a voyager
i won’t rest until my lips touch the shore
if the land that i’ve been longing for as long as i’ve lived
where they’ll be no pain or tears anymore

my heart is filled with songs of forever
the city that endures when all is made new
i know i don’t belong here, i’ll never
call this place my home, i’m just passing through

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