Screaming, hitting and leaving me behind, Or bloody towels and razors I would find. A mom so sick, just wanted to give up, While endless wine filled up her cup. A dad who tried to keep it all together, Who promised through adoption to stay with us forever, Only to find he would lose his wife And late at night try to make sense of his life. Searching for a family to let me in, I would run away and try to begin The process of blending in, Only to be thrown away again. Bouncing in and out of people’s lives, Dodging abuse and great pain that thrives. The church decides to take interest in me, Saying God wants you home, come and see, What it’s like to be loved while you rest and be, Come and heal your heart, this year is free. After years of families who are in each other’s face I sit back and think, “What is this place?” I dine with this family of 20 or more, Filled with joy each week, not one looks for the door. I know it will take time for this all to make sense For now I will let down the walls, so I can see over the fence. This is what happens when generations are set free By the love of Jesus, the one and only key. The time has come, and here is that hour, That God restores what the locust devoured.