It takes strength to remember, to hold on to memories even though they prick your heart, make your tough skin bleed.
It takes a certain kind of courage to know that memory's flaws are nothing more than a human tendency to refuse what hurts them.
After all, who wants pain?
But there is something beneath the shallow surface of hurt--acceptance of what has happened before,
and the knowledge that the future has better things in store.
May we all find our way home to where we belong….
where there is no pain and every tear shall be dried
From the song "Where I Belong" by MercyMe
Everybody hopes
That maybe somewhere down this road
We'd finally find that place where we belong
That place where we're complete
The one that occupies our dreams
That place we're lucky to call our home
Well, I have arrived
And I can't keep this inside
So I raise my hands
And shout Your name
To praise You with my song
My dream's at hand
I've found my place
The place where I belong
Everybody tries
To find the purpose for their life
In hopes that one more day is justified
But once you truly see
The very reason why you breathe
It becomes so much more than getting by
Well, I have arrived
And I can't keep this inside
