On Leaving Home

I’m leaving tomorrow
Leaving my home with my piles of books
And the soft window light
Where someone who loves me
Makes coffee every morning

On Sunday morning
I’ll wake up alone, without a plan
All the people I love on different time zones
And wondering if anyone knows
How scared I am

Will they like me?
Will they help me?
Can I help them?

The hardest part of leaving
Is not the change of scenery
But the change of people

I want to be loved
If not, at least liked
But how do I do that
When all the rules have changed

My girl, remember
I knit you together in your mother’s womb
Every hair on your head
And kind word in your mouth
Is from me, your Father

On Sunday morning,
I’ll wake up with you, giving you a plan
Worship me, trust me
Sing to me
I am who I say I am

Will you love me?
Will you trust me?
I can help you

The best part of leaving
Is remembering that I am
With you wherever you go

You will know my people
By their love
So fear not, if you are liked
Because you are loved