Is there a place of perfect peace

Where worries fade away

Where pain and turmoil cease

Where the storm holds no sway?

Is there balance between

Practicality and mercy

Aspirations and who I've been

A life of sin and sanctity?

 Is there a purpose for the pain

Suffering made worth it

Beauty drawn from a stain

Strength to take the next hit?

Do I have a calling

A reason to get out of bed

Something to strive for though falling

A role to fill before I'm dead?

Do I have aid along the way

A friend to help me out

A guide when I'm astray

To speak truth when I doubt? 

 Do I have a real home

A place to drop my guard, have fun

A reason to no longer roam

To be told welcome and well done?