You build your walls, oh Babel (Genesis 11). Your kingdoms with all their idols at its feet. You reached for the highest form of ecstasy and touched the clouds with your wealth. You were searching for something bigger, something that could fill the void of your empty buildings.
But your walls came crumbling down, idols broken and scattered all around, they would've never been strong enough to hold you up. And as you lay down, with your eyes staring at the ruins, you saw Me for the first time.
You were facedown on the ground, powerless, and in need of salvation.
There will never be any higher form of ecstasy than Me. My dwelling isn't high up in the clouds, oh Babel. I wanted My dwelling place to be inside your heart from the start.
Lay down your bricks and shovels, we're not planning on building from scratch, it's time to start from a clean slate. Allow Me to be your dwelling place.
I don't want to be limited to only one aspect of your life, My dwelling place is open fields where you can find rest, joy, peace, love, and freedom.
It's time to come home, My child. This is where you belong, in the wild and beautiful fields of your heart, in the highlands and the valleys, facedown and vulnerable, that's where you'll find Me waiting with arms wide open.
Love you, always and forever,
Dad
Homecoming - Cory Asbury feat. Gable Price (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TM-L-L7OD_A)
Lyrics:
And I see bright, crimson robes draped over the ashes
A wide, open tomb where there should be a casket
The children are singing, and dancing, and laughing
The Father is welcoming
This is our homecoming
Roses in bloom pushed up from the embers
Our rivers of tears flow from good times remembered
Families are singing, and dancing, and laughing
The Father is welcoming
This is our homecoming
Heaven joins in with a glorious sound
And the great cloud of witnesses all gather 'round
'Cause the ones that were lost are finally found
The Father is welcoming
This is our homecoming
Scarlet sins had a crimson cost
You nailed my debt to that old rugged cross
An empty slate, at the empty grave
Thank God that stone was rolled
The Father is welcoming
This is our homecoming
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