John Sr., Going Home

There's a feeling I can't capture

it's always just a prayer away

I want to know the ending of things hoped for and not seen

but I guess that's the point of hoping anyway

I have felt you with my spirit

I have felt you fill this room

and this is just an invitation,

just a sample on the whole

and I can't wait to be going home



Going home, I'll meet you at the table

Going home, I'll meet you in the air

and you are never to young to think about it

I can not wait to be home.

Face to face how can it be?


from "Conversations" by Sara Groves