Home at last

Irma B. Grigg

I strayed.
And although I prayed, I did not really want to
hear the answer,
Choosing still to follow my own will.
The siren song beguiled me long, and kept my feet
from walking in the way.

Yet in the midst of my resisting,
Some far-off music kept insisting,
There is a "higher selfhood which we all must prove."^{Christian Science Hymnal, No. 66.}
But still I did not move.

At last, when emptiness became the order of each
unwelcome day,
I knew I must have answers.
That's when I really learned to pray, to fast, to listen .

What's that? I never was beguiled? I've always been
God's child?
Oh yes indeed. Since ever the world began and even long
before.
As long as ever God has been.

Words long disremembered then flooding came to thought,
and soaked up all the dreary years of drought;
I was as one made new—whole, clean and pure—
How wonderful, this new/ancient cure!

Ah, Father dear, dear Abba, I'm happy for the tears,
The long hard preparation years that brought me to this
starting place,
Where God and man meet face to face,
And I, with grateful heart can truly say (now knowing
that I've never been away),
I'm home at last.

Irma B. Grigg

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