The Place

There is a place In my heart that still dances A place in my soul that sings - And sings, and dances and dances - A place so deep, so set A place that even the mundane drudgery The routine day-to-day Can not kill A place so close, so distant A place that was, and is yet to come A place where belief originates and lives The birth place of The most human humanity The most divine divinity A place where Majesty, mystery and magic still speak A place of all origins. Some will not hear it any longer. But, I still listen... Waiting... hoping... trusting...believing... The Place... is real. It's way out there - it's everywhere... It is ever within. This Place... is my place. It has called to me by name Since the day of birth, It's name is simple and profound; I call him Jesus. He calls me 'My child.' It's to him we go. It's for us he came. He is where I belong. I am always on the Way To the Place Where he is. The Place... home.