Home is Near: A Poem on Rebellion and Returning

There are days I lose my way,

days I trade my spark,

and days I pride in rebellion—

chasing shadows for fulfillment,

but leaving my soul empty.

Yet Grace finds me, always—

not with condemnation,

but with arms open wide.

And every time I turn to Him

I find: Home is never far away,

but near, just where He is.

Inkhorn Literary 

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