Coming Home

This world is not my home. I am not from here. Don't always understand this place. Sometimes I get lonely down here for my Heavenly Father. Sometimes, I wanna scream, "Lord, come get me." He comes and sees about me. He strengthens and comforts me. "So glad that You love me," is my reply. One of these days, I will say by by. One of these days, I'm coming home, but just not today. I got a few more things to do down here for my Father.