Lord, bring me back.
Bring me back to Your ancient foundation
Where all things hold together.
Because I forgot it for a while;
I left on a road that tempted me with roses
And only gave me the thorns.
How did I end up this far away?
I barely even noticed it happening,
But now my legs are shaking
And they are cut and bleeding.
I was searching for love,
But it was not in You.
You are my home,
But I cannot come back myself.
I need You to carry me,
Because I can’t do it myself.
So grant me Your grace
And the forgiveness so often sung about.
And my lovesick heart.
Lash me to Your foundation
And help me to never let go.
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
“Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here there by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.”
Christine Eaton is a student attending Providence Christian College in Pasadena, California who loves stories and art. She can usually be found happily sipping tea, pouring over her studies in literature, education, philosophy, caving into her chocolate addiction, or listening to music. Art is one of her largest passions, and her walls are covered in her sketches and paintings. She has a strong admiration for the prose of A.S. Peterson, Marilynne Robinson, Wendell Berry, Joan Didion, Sylvia Plath, and Sandra Cisneros.