The morning sun above my house from my backyard swing
I remember everything
The warmth of 9am light piercing autumn cold
And my light coat
I remember everything
I would sing where my neighbors could hear me
I would sing till my mom called me in
She’d call it my childhood trademark
How I long to be that child again
When You call us home
Would You call us home?
The morning sun above my house—at the time, nothing
But I remember almost everything
Six feet in the sky, I’d catch the morning jogger’s eye
But I didn’t fear for anything
Still the little boy grows up
And he never seems to know
How to cherish and to love
What will wither when he’s grown
But it still can’t seem to die completely
Cause I still feel that rush at times
Of the warmth, and the cold
And the hopes of us never growing old
When You take us home
This one’s for the ground beneath our feet
And lifting off as on a swing
Into a half-remembered dream
We knew as kids but haven’t seen
The home alive in future things
We wanna feel it, God
This one’s for the aching in our chests
A cry for love, a cry for rest
Up to the One Who loves us best
Out from a temporary mess
Into the hope of the oppressed
We really need it, God
This one’s for a once-forgotten boy
Who reemerged with every toy

The cruel world could not destroy
When cruelness was counted joy
For all the goodness You employ
The joy, we see it, God
Carry us to our eternal home
We’ll know as we’ve been fully known
We’ll find the giants felled by stone
In every hole we felt alone in
Run with reignited bones
And not grow weary, God
When You take me home...