This is one of my favourite poems, written by an online friend of mine, Jan McIntosh. Lord willing, I want to post more of her poetry here in the future. She used to have a website up with all her poems, but for some reason that is no longer available online, so I only have the few I saved (and some from an e-book she sent me). She has given me permission to use her poems. This poem, and another one of hers, is also available in my second poetry book, The Seasons Of Your Pilgrimage.
If you are blessed by this (and other poems of hers), feel free to leave a comment here (I do not have a current email address for her), and perhaps if she someday visits this website, she would be encouraged by the comments left by my visitors. Thanks Jan, for sharing your wonderful God-given talent with us. Your poems have been a blessing.
Not Home Yet
The road is hard, the road is long
But, by God’s grace, life goes on;
And though my face like flint is set,
I must remember… I’m not home yet.
And when life’s storms toss me about,
When I’m overwhelmed with fear and doubt,
He’s there to remind me, lest I forget,
I’m a stranger here… I’m not home yet.
I take great comfort when I hear Him say
In His most sweet and gentle way,
“Child, don’t worry and don’t you fret,
Remember this … you’re not home yet!”
©2001 Jan McIntosh
(Used With Permission)
2 Corinthians 5:6-8 Therefore we are always confident, knowing that, whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord: (For we walk by faith, not by sight:) We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.
“Do not, dear reader, look so much upon painful circumstances and difficult situations as unpleasant trials of faith which have to be endured, but rather thankfully regard them as golden occasions for you to prove afresh the sufficiency of Him who never fails those who fully trust Him.” – Arthur Pink.