What is this tugging at my heart?

Tis like a homing dove.

How can I long for

a place unseen,

And feel His endless love?

Homesick and worn,

I strive each day,

A broken soul to love,

But my broken heart

aches to join,

My Savior up above.

How long must

I fight the battles,

Or tearstained fields for Thee?

Until your task is finished here,

He firmly says to me.

I 've covered your scars

with my blood.

I 've washed your hands and feet,

I 've taken the sins of your soul

To the mercy seat.

What love I feel in His voice,

His hands outstretched to me,

I 'll serve until that moment,

His loving face I see.

~Author Unknown~