homesick.

Why, oh Lord do you continue to tarry?

I cannot even express the longing that my soul and heart feels. Every day, I
look at the clouds passing overhead, hoping... just hoping that they
might roll back and reveal your coming glory.

Not a day goes by that I not to feel pangs of homesickness—
homesickness for a home that I have never seen.

Even now, I wish I could close my eyes and only open them when
your face is before me.

Every tear I am shedding is counted by you... just know, they
are tears of longing for your face.

my soul longs, yes, even faints
for the courts of the Lord.
My heart and my flesh cry out
for the living God. ps84.2

...my citizenship is in heaven...
I eagerly wait.