We all hear voices,
Voices from another room.
Another home we knew once well,
When God dwelt among His own.
Now far from home,
Through choice of our own,
Fugitives, forever seeking
The home once lost, lost to us all.
The mark of Cain, a killer of men.
Angry with God,
Bringing works of his hands,
Thorns and weeds held at bay.
But no pleasure from God who sought death of a life,
The lamb yet to come.
What voices we hear?
Beauty and justice, drawing us near.
The life of the Spirit, the love of true man,
Calling us back to begin once again.
New man in Christ, always part of God's plan,
At home forever, reigning with Him.
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